This year, we were determined to get our Christmas tree a little bit earlier. While we always had the best of intentions in years past, by the time we got out to pick a tree, all the good ones were gone. Since Joe was still feeling icky with his ear infection, we decided to make it a special trip with big sister Liv. It was a relatively mild December afternoon as we headed to the Wilcox Christmas Tree Farm to pick out the perfect tree.
We learned that going on a Friday afternoon is much more relaxing than on a Saturday morning. We pretty much had the farm to ourselves. While Brian got the saw, Liv and I went into the store to grab a cup of hot chocolate for the ride down to the trees. Thankfully I only filled it half full, but it was still an adventure. Our driver gave us a few pointers about the best tree for us (i.e. type of needle, if we wanted a fragrant tree, etc.) and we were off.
In about 20 minutes, we had found our tree -- and about 100 that weren't quite what we were looking for. Liv, of course, found a number of trees that were a little smaller than we were looking for. As you can see, she was quite taken by our selection.
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