I'm practicing a decidedly old fashioned Christmas this year. Along with fruitcake and a coffee bread with a recipe that starts with "scald the milk" we did not get our tree until this week. I certainly won't be taking it down on the 26th either. I'll probably leave it up until January 6th (that's the 12th day of Christmas, after all)
We get our tree every year from Northern Vermont Llama Co. - that's right there are llamas in this Christmas tradition of mine.
Usually we go out into the trees and pick one that's so big the two of us struggle to drag it back up the hill. This year the owners told us they were giving the trees a year off from pick-your-own. They had trees already picked for us, or we could still pick our own if we wanted one over 10 feet.
Oh no, we thought - that'd be huge. So we selected a nice 8 foot tree. The first sign that something was amiss occurred when Neil picked our tree up with one hand - one handed and his back has been acting up recently.
Then when we got it home setting it in the stand was easy, the lights that barely covered the last two trees were plenty, I have extra ornaments I didn't hang...
It is a beautiful tree, and it does fill out the corner of our living room so prettily. But let's compare, here is our tree from 2010.
Apparently we usually buy 10 or even 12 foot trees - and we never knew it! Oh yeah, and I picked up a needle felting kit from my Christmas tree farm, as you do...
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