Happy December!

We are in the middle of our first snow storm of the season. This is very late into winter for Minnesota not receiving a measurable snowfall. Today will make up for that. 3-7 white flakey inches are forecasted and as it looks right now, I think we will be more in the 7 inch zone.

The first snowfall is always so pretty and clean and festive.

The timing of the storm is not the greatest for those people commuting to work. But the timing of the storm for making memories and cutting down a fresh Christmas Tree, is picture perfect.

Now for those of us that do not particularly like to go out into the freezing cold to cut a fresh tree, we go to tree lots.

Memories can be made at tree lots. Pre-cut trees make good stories too.

In fact, I have a lot of great memories as a child when my sisters and I would run from a perfectly warm car to pick out a tree. We would run to the nearest tree on the lot and run back to the car to explain that that was the tree we wanted. My parents had such good intentions. 🙂

If I were to have selected a tree from a lot or cut it down myself, this past weekend was the time to do it. We had mid to upper 30 degree weather and very little wind.

Stop. Stop. Stop.

Who am I kidding? I still wouldn’t have enjoyed a tree lot or hunting for the perfect fresh cut tree. In the 25 years Wade and I have been married I think we maybe have had 5 real trees.

For Samantha’s first Christmas we bought a live tree and then planted it after the holiday in the yard beside the driveway. It has lived happily ever after at that house. Make a memory about Christmas trees. Check.

Now we have a pretty fake pre-light tree. My Dad actually wrapped all of the branches with white lights. He was so ahead of the times.

Last weekend I got my fill of the Christmas tree lot option.

Jack and I once again worked together (Remember our Minnesota State Fair adventure?) but this time we were helping with Christmas trees sales, not Pronto Pups.

You know when you finally find the perfect tree and get to go into the little “house” to pay and get a candy can? That person inside that snuggly warm house was me!

I ran from my warm car to the warm little house. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

See you tomorrow,

Wendy