Cutting down our Christmas tree in sunglasses and short sleeves and then hearing the ice cream truck go by while we hung up the outdoor Christmas lights on this weekend of 70 degrees made us think back to the times when Christmas used to look like this:
This picture shows the second (or maybe third?) year that Dave and I did the Christmas tree choose and cut thing. We were in knee-deep snow in Michigan here.
And these pictures show our activity this weekend-- the 14th time we celebrated this tradition. Oooh, light bulb! Next year, I'll have to do a post showing 15 pictures of the 15 years we've tree chopped! Needless to say, there's been some good variety in the location, climate and even types of trees we've encountered through the years.
While Dave and I sawed and caught the perfect tree we selected, Ella served as photographer this year. The above 4 pictures are her handiwork.
Group shot. Don't let the hats fool you. We were sweating!
A favorite part of putting up the Christmas decorations is cracking open that box of ornaments. Every single one of our ornaments was a gift or tells a story. It's always fun to stroll down memory lane as we hang up and exclaim over ornaments like the "Parents to be in 2004" cup, the starry night over Yosemite glass ball or the bird feeder Dave gave me to remember my grandpa.
And then, of course, we must watch a Christmas movie with the tree all lit up. No fire or hot chocolate this year-- too warm!
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