I'm not sure what the trigger was but this year I decided it would be good if we got a real tree. I had real trees growing up because in Prince George you can't spit without hitting a tree that someone wants to cut down but since I'd moved to the lower mainland we've always had an artificial tree. Not one we bought ourselves but one that Kerry's parents had given us. I'm fairly certain they used it before us so it's probably seen 25 Christmas' by now. (Or maybe Kerry bought it when she moved down.) In any event, it was just not the same as a real tree.
I naively thought that the kids would be excited about a real tree and Carter was, however Callie was not. We couldn't quite get her to verbalize her issues but I think she thought the act of cutting a tree down would be traumatizing for the tree and wanted none of it. My back up plan was to find someplace that sold live trees in pots. We have a spot in the back yard that we could plant it and probably get a few seasons out of it since our living room is too tall. In the end we managed to convince her to take home one of the cut ones in the tree lot by telling her that if we didn't take it home it might not have a home for Christmas.
The Christmas tree lot we went to was much more than just a parking lot full of trees. It's the same location as the pumpkin patch we go to in the fall. I think it's only been doing it the past few seasons as they were probably jealous of a much larger tree farm that is just a few minutes away. The one nearby is quite hilly and looks fun but we decided to go to the pumpkin patch one since it had animals as well. It was a nice day with marsh mellows on the fire, a petting zoo and of course a beautiful "Noble Fir" that the kids named Firy Spike Spikefir. Now I just have to figure out how to get rid come January 1st.
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