Picking out a Christmas tree is always an adventure. Even though we usually go to the tree lot at the bottom of our hill and pick out the best tree for our budget and ceiling height, it’s still an adventure. Every year we have memories of the ‘time we picked out the Christmas tree.’ One year we searched from one end of the town to the other to find Merrik his highly coveted blue flocked tree to no avail. One year, Maliea didn’t get to help because she was being so naughty-I took 3 photographs. This year, our local tree lot didn’t have a tree that had a scent so I requested we go to a different lot and we drove all over South Orange County while the light dimmed to darkness. A couple of years ago I was into having a tree that wouldn’t lose it’s needles but had no scent. When we bought that tree and it was still messy, I realized I preferred to have a tree that filled the house with the scent of fresh pine.
When it comes right down to it I really just love having photographs of the kids at the lot. I remember one year I didn’t take many photographs and I can’t forgive myself so now it has become my duty to be sure to document this not so perfect tradition we have here in urban SoCal. I don’t ever remember picking out a tree when I was growing up and maybe there’s a good reason but I do vividly remember the stress of getting the lights detangled so my mom could put them on the tree. Thankfully I don’t think there are any photographs of that. Ahhh, fond holiday memories-I love our perfectly imperfect Christmas Tree selection tradition.