Good Tidings Abound!!
We'd been home from Jamaica for less than 24 hours, both babies were back in our arms and we were headed to the nearby Christmas tree farm. Before Scott and I were married, we unknowingly started the tradition of cutting down a Christmas tree. The habit formed and now it is my favorite way to kick off the Christmas season. Our Christmas angels The sweet smell of sap filled our nostrils as we searched for the perfect tree. Quicker then Santa's reindeer can clammer to our roof, our tree appeared before us. A perfectly shaped, perfectly scented, tall and thick Frasier fur shouted out "take me home!" Ok, it may not have shouted but if firs could talk it would have. The loose needles were shaken off, the tree was carefully bagged and home we drove with our Christmas tree in tow. I can only imagine how bizarre the process is for our children....I constantly tell them not to bring leaves, sticks, etc. into our home....and here we are putti...