Every year we talk about cutting our own tree. Then we see a cozy little tree lot and pull right in, pay the boy scout, load up and drive home. Once again this year, we talked about doing it- like for real- and images of Griswold's Christmas Past began to swirl through my head.
But this year we drove right past the boy scouts and headed out to the old Brewery Hill Tree Farm.
After a brief chat with The One and Only Santa Claus, we grabbed a saw and headed out.
Very similar to the "pick your own apples" experience. Fresh air, pretty scenery, and lots of families taking pictures. After a while the trees all started to look the same, and then we found it.