Saturday, December 11, 2010

O' Christmas Tree

We went to a tree farm today and chopped down our Christmas tree, a tradition that pre-dates our children. This year, Daisy joined us. The horses pulling the hayride really freaked her out so much she couldn't even bark loudly. She just sort of woofed in awe.

Jack didn't wear his Santa hat because he didn't want to lose it, and George knew he would be lying in the mud to cut down the tree. Nick and I, however, wanted to wear Christmas on our heads. We were not the only ones, either.

We found our tree, which is a lovely blue spruce. I left the chopping to the manly man and his assistant.

Jack sang Christmas carols with an occasional Blue's Clues song thrown in for a little variety while his brother hauled the tree to the service area, where very nice teenage boys cleaned up the bottom, shook out loose needles, and wrapped the tree into a tidy package. 

The tree farm also has a couple of reindeer. Now I know it's Christmas.

We came home before the great midwest storm hit. For us, it's supposed to start with rain (already happening), followed by ice, then snow, wind, and general winter mayhem. I'm not leaving my house for weeks.

Neither is Daisy, who was completely worn out after a day of woofing at giant quadrupeds.

Be safe, folks. Wherever you are.


  1. Susan, what a fun post! So nice to see your family choosing their tree! And Daisy is delightful! I am going to email you a photo of our little furball, taken as I was reading your post! lol..... what we do for our poor tired dogs! Hugs!

  2. Thanks so much for sharing. I love reading your family stories.


  3. I love your stories and photos-a real live reindeer no less!! Daisy looks very warm and contented.

  4. We woke up to our storm this morning, by the time we left for church the snow had turned to freezing rain, which is now just rain. So it is slush, crunch, slush outside. We need to get our tree sometime this week. I told Ben not before Dec 10th but before Dec 20th. So it is time. We usually get a blue spruce too, as big as I can find!
    Jack looks just a little chilly there.

  5. I have been reading all your blog posts for about a year and bawled my eyes out without shame when you lost Hoover. I have laughed along a felt cheered by Daisys exploits.
    I am mad with grief today as my beloved Jack Russell Daphne has been diagonsed with lymphoma and will probably only have a few weeks.
    What am I grateful for today .. someone thousands of miles away whom I have never met .. who understands
    Deborah X

  6. Deborah,

    I'm so very sorry. Please give Daphne an extra treat from me today...Hoover sure enjoyed all the extra treats. Our furry friends are often our best friends. They pass no judgments and love us unconditionally. My heart goes out to you.

    Big hugs,


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