When you live in Oregon, it feels like a sacrilege to own a fake Christmas trees. If you didn't know, Christmas trees are born here. When you get out of the cosmopolitan metropolis of Hillsboro you see beautiful little rows of miniature trees just waiting to be chopped down and left to die in someones living room. It's charming.
So rather than unbox the fake tree, we ventured to the Hagg Tree Farm for free hot chocolate, Santa, a hay ride and a tree.
Santa had candy canes to give out. There was no knee sitting. Is that no longer legal in this day and age? It does seem odd to just indiscriminately plop your child on a stranger's knee, even if he is Father Christmas. Noel was a little scared so he didn't ask for anything. Jonah wants a pirate ship. Noted.The "hay ride" was really a rickety old tractor driven by a really old man with about 4 bales of hay on the trailer. The day was glorious. I still am yet to see all this alleged rain that falls here. We've had a couple of rainy days, but nothing crazy. I am thinking that it's merely a lie to keep the state from getting overcrowded. Wait, was I not supposed to reveal that? Whate'er. But really, do you see that blue sky?
For some reason, Jonah kept referring to the Tree Farm as the Pharmacy. So here we are, heading through the pharmacy.
We found the perfect tree, and I cut it down. Are you surprised? Did you think I would have asked the nice tree farm people with the chainsaws to do it? Nope.
We lost our car keys up in the pharmacy. I am not kidding. Fortunately Amy found them. Pretend Noel is car keys and see if you can find him. That is what it was like, only tougher.
We dragged the tree down the hill. Again - I didn't make the farmers do it. I am manly that way.
Yeah! Tree!
Doesn't this just make you hear Bing Crosby singing "White Christmas" in the background?
When we got home, Jonah was so excited to decorate, he could hardly stand it. Noel went upstairs to play computer games. We realized that the lights were still on the old tree. 2 and a half hours later, I had successfully removed them. Jonah was still excited, if a bit impatient. Noel was still playing computer games. Here is the finished result. I love real trees. They smell good.
Jonah and Noel each got a new ornament - Jonah's is Wall*e and Noel's is Rocket from Little Einsteins. This picture only took 9 tries to get.Merry Christmas!
6 comments:
I so wish we could go and butcher our very own tree. As it stands, we live in the land of shiny artifice, so we'll have to make do with our silver tinsel variety...
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I did the real tree thing for a few years and I wish I was still up for it. Maybe if we lived in Oregon...anyway, I'm glad you had fun at the pharmacy. Love you guys!
It smells like a freshly cut Christmas tree in my house this year too. I'd like to thank my Evergreen wallflower from Bath & Body Works for that.
Part of me really wishes I lived in a place that offered a great Pharmacy to cut down our very own tree. We are kind of a barren desert wasteland here. Love the ornaments!
Well done, Binghams. The tree looks even BETTER in person - thank you for having me over to see it and eat pie. You done real good.
Our Christmas tradition has us going to Baums, tucked away in a little Provo neighborhood, where we pick out our tree and have the nice man tie it to our car. . . . and I thought WE were roughing it. I'm very impressed, Binghams! (and then we go out to lunch--I noticed some sort of Crest/Maverick pop container in the car--did you go to lunch, too? Your readers want to KNOW!)
Trees dry up, spontaneously ignite, and disintegrate upon entering the Las Vegas valley. We are JEALOUS (and yes, impressed with your manliness, Josh).
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