Having a real Christmas tree is very important to me. Some of my best Christmas memories were spent with family around a real tree. The fresh smell, trimming the tree, those are things I just can’t live without at Christmastime. (P.S. All of the candles in my house around the holidays are pine scented for this reason.) Typically we go to a Christmas tree lot to find the perfect one but this year I found out the hard way about the impending Christmas tree shortage.
I had taken a day off of work, the same day my husband had off, to spend the day gathering our tree. The weather was not cooperating and it was expected to rain the … entire … day. So I raced home that evening in hopes of making it out to the lot that. We had enough time and scoured two lots, but they basically had nothing but pine needles left. I am almost in tears worried about when and where we would be able to get a tree.
I woke up the next morning and saw where the rain was supposed to hold off until the afternoon, so we jumped out of bed and headed to the closest tree farm, Frosty Mountain Christmas Trees, which was about 45 minutes away. Come to find out, on our way the main road to get to the tree farm was closed. I felt slightly Griswold like (get the reference) and I thought to myself, it is not meant for us to have a real tree. Luckily, the owners of the tree farm had set up a sign for a detour to the farm. We made it finally, an hour later, to the tree farm and I am so glad it worked out the way it did.
Walking around the farm and picking out your own tree is such a wonderful experience. The silence and the serenity and the SMELL! was worth all the extra it took to get there. It was such a memorable experience I hope to continue it with each coming Christmas. Note to self: Christmas trees in the field appear much smaller than they do in your home. Our tree ended up being too tall for our ceilings, but we trimmed it down and it ended being just perfect.