This year we started a new Oregon tradition. We went to a local tree farm and cut down our own Christmas tree.
Stephen knew exactly which kind he wanted. The Noble Fir of course.
(I learned something new about him this year. Apparently for years growing up he worked at a tree lot at christmas time. He knew his trees- and how to tie them securely on top of a car.)
We waited for the tractor wagons to take us to the trees.
{Jake looks like he belongs in A Christmas Story in that puff coat.}
The owners gave us a saw and a cart to haul it back on... And we trecked out to the forrest.
And whalah!
The farm also provided free hot chocolate, christmas cookies, and popcorn as a reward for all our "hard work."
Now that's the Christmas Spirit!
Little things like this make Oregon a very special place for our family.
Merry Christmas!
1 comment:
so fun! i have always dreamed about cutting down a real christmas tree and lugging it back home.
hope you have a merry oregon christmas!:)
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