Today we headed off down the highway, christmas tree hunting. I was a bit hestitant about this. I know when I was really little my dad took us out to get a real tree, but ever since then, they've just magically appeared in my families living room, ready to be decorated.
Trucking through the snow, cutting a tree, and forcing it into a vehicle all sounded like a lot more effort than I normally give. But in the end, we succedded. Only a few tears were shed, and only one ornament shattered.
And I actually quite like her more than the "perfect" trees. I'm feeling less grinch-like already.
Today amidst many other christmasy things, I took a little time to make a little moose couple, under the mistletoe.