The first few Christmases we had a fake fir for financial reasons. Once we were a bit more established (Christmas #4) we jumped in our Cherokee and drove to a local tree farm.
I love a real tree. They are so real. They are so tree-y.
We chose a beautiful tree.
Tied it to the roof.
Toted it home.
Set it in the living room.
Decorated it with care.
Stood back and admired it.
Around midnight the first night we both started to sniffle.
Odd. That we would both catch colds at the same time.
The sniffles continued throughout the entire holiday season.
Merry Christmas! sniffle. sniffle.
The sniffles were thrown out to the curb with the dead tree 4 weeks later.
Oh! Maybe we are allergic to certain Christmas trees.
Year two we toted home a different variety with the same results.
Merry Christmas! sniffle. sniffle.
Year three we toted home a different variety with the same results.
Merry Christmas! sniffle. sniffle.
By the fourth year (ya, we are quick learners…) we decided we were more fake tree folk because being merry is much easier when you can breathe.
Fast forward 11 Christmases to a gray minivan full of three boys passing a local Christmas tree “farm”* today:
Reid: Why don’t we get our Christmas tree there?
Me: We already have a tree! Remember helping me put it together?
Ryan: Those are REAL TREES.
Reid: Oh.
Ryan: You don’t want a REAL TREE because they are FULL OF BUGS and when you take them home there are SQUIRRELS and RATS living in them IN YOUR HOUSE…
I love it when I don’t have to say anything more.
*The Christmas tree “farm” is actually the pumpkin patch after a holiday make-over that I animated here.
Oh, and guess what?
Yep, there is an identical Christmas tree “farm” next door.Blog-Stedman and I have celebrated 18 Christmases together. 15 of those have been celebrated under the plastic boughs of a faux-tree.
The first few Christmases we had a fake fir for financial reasons. Once we were a bit more established (Christmas #4) we jumped in our Cherokee and drove to a local tree farm.
I love a real tree. They are so real. They are so tree-y.
We chose a beautiful tree.
Tied it to the roof.
Toted it home.
Set it in the living room.
Decorated it with care.
Stood back and admired it.
Around midnight the first night we both started to sniffle.
Odd. That we would both catch colds at the same time.
The sniffles continued throughout the entire holiday season.
Merry Christmas! sniffle. sniffle.
The sniffles were thrown out to the curb with the dead tree 4 weeks later.
Oh! Maybe we are allergic to certain Christmas trees.
Year two we toted home a different variety with the same results.
Merry Christmas! sniffle. sniffle.
Year three we toted home a different variety with the same results.
Merry Christmas! sniffle. sniffle.
By the fourth year (ya, we are quick learners…) we decided we were more fake tree folk because being merry is much easier when you can breathe.
Fast forward 11 Christmases to a gray minivan full of three boys passing a local Christmas tree “farm”* today:
Reid: Why don’t we get our Christmas tree there?
Me: We already have a tree! Remember helping me put it together?
Ryan: Those are REAL TREES.
Reid: Oh.
Ryan: You don’t want a REAL TREE because they are FULL OF BUGS and when you take them home there are SQUIRRELS and RATS living in them IN YOUR HOUSE…
I love it when I don’t have to say anything more.
*The Christmas tree “farm” is actually the pumpkin patch after a holiday make-over that I animated here.
Oh, and guess what?
Yep, there is an identical Christmas tree “farm” next door.
The first few Christmases we had a fake fir for financial reasons. Once we were a bit more established (Christmas #4) we jumped in our Cherokee and drove to a local tree farm.
I love a real tree. They are so real. They are so tree-y.
We chose a beautiful tree.
Tied it to the roof.
Toted it home.
Set it in the living room.
Decorated it with care.
Stood back and admired it.
Around midnight the first night we both started to sniffle.
Odd. That we would both catch colds at the same time.
The sniffles continued throughout the entire holiday season.
Merry Christmas! sniffle. sniffle.
The sniffles were thrown out to the curb with the dead tree 4 weeks later.
Oh! Maybe we are allergic to certain Christmas trees.
Year two we toted home a different variety with the same results.
Merry Christmas! sniffle. sniffle.
Year three we toted home a different variety with the same results.
Merry Christmas! sniffle. sniffle.
By the fourth year (ya, we are quick learners…) we decided we were more fake tree folk because being merry is much easier when you can breathe.
Fast forward 11 Christmases to a gray minivan full of three boys passing a local Christmas tree “farm”* today:
Reid: Why don’t we get our Christmas tree there?
Me: We already have a tree! Remember helping me put it together?
Ryan: Those are REAL TREES.
Reid: Oh.
Ryan: You don’t want a REAL TREE because they are FULL OF BUGS and when you take them home there are SQUIRRELS and RATS living in them IN YOUR HOUSE…
I love it when I don’t have to say anything more.
*The Christmas tree “farm” is actually the pumpkin patch after a holiday make-over that I animated here.
Oh, and guess what?
Yep, there is an identical Christmas tree “farm” next door.
We’re a fake tree family. We tried real trees our first few years of marriage but the fiascoes we encountered were too much of strain on our relationship so we switched to fake to save our sanity and our marriage! 🙂
Malia
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xoxo~K
Fake trees all the way!!
Yep, definitely a good reason to go for the fake tree. Wild animals on the inside of the house do not compare with the beavers that Holly hunts on the outside…
Thank goodness for the Griswald’s teaching Ryan all he needs to know.
That sucks an egg, man. Fake trees also suck an egg.
But I do not suck an egg.
I have never heard of being allergic to pine. Sorry to hear it. (And if you know what is good for your nose, you won’t visit Oregon any time soon.)
My brother is also allergic to Christmas trees. It’s definitely not worth it.
The pumpkin/tree lots should just hire dueling banjos and be done with it.
I’m assembling our tree tonight. My least favorite part is making the bendy branches go the right way.
Oh, you are funny, I see where your boys get it from.
We have a fake that we bought for forty dollars 4 years ago. Jealous? 🙂