The weekend after Thanksgiving, we got our Christmas tree.
When I was growing up, my parents always had an artificial Christmas tree. You see, everyone in the house (including me) was allergic to pine trees, so instead of everyone suffering – my parents just went the fake route. Even though my sister, brother and I would beg year after year for a real tree, they insisted on keeping the artificial ones because of our allergies. Now that I’m a mom I totally get it, but boy, did I hate our fake trees when I was a kid.
When I moved out of my parent’s house years ago, I insisted on getting a real Christmas tree despite the fact that I’d be sneezing for an entire month straight – and that’s exactly what I did. I got the tree the Sunday after Thanksgiving that year and I suffered miserably with that thing in the house, but that didn’t stop me from getting real trees every year since.
This year was no different.
There is a bait shop right behind my house that sells trees every year and that’s where we always go to get our trees. It’s awesome because we just walk it home & there is no worrying about tying it to the roof of the car and getting it home in one piece.
Since we always go early in the season, there are tons of trees to choose from.