Oh yeah. We’re the “real” Christmas tree people, despite the fact that I’m highly allergic to the environment (specifically trees). It’s a tradition that we go with Thomas’s family to the Farmers Market in Columbia, South Carolina and pick out the perfect tree. The search is accompanied by frisbee throwing, measuring sticks and negotiating.
This year, we brought Remi (all wrapped in my shaw with me). Honestly, the tree we left with was the first tree we laid our eyes on. How easy!
It’s all about the fresh smell of pine, the pine needles on the floor, the consistent watering of the tree, the strapping of lights, hanging or ornaments and addition of the ribbon and angel topper.
We picked out the tree, wrapped it up in netting and threw it on top of our car and headed back up to the Upstate.
Thankfully, the Awtrey women took me shopping on Black Friday and we found all of our ornaments and ribbon at Michaels for waaay cheap! Can I get a “hallelujah” for that newlywed budget? The best part: Thomas’s parents bought our tree for us, so the best gift is the one over the wrapped presents. Super sweet!
The next night, we threw on my mom’s Christmas contribution of flannel Christmas pjs, heated up some water in the tea kettle, opened the packets of hot cocoa, unwrapped the candy canes, made a quick trip to Target because (oops) we forgot the lights…
We turned on a Netflix Christmas movie, put Remi to sleep and went to decorating the tree. If you’re married and have never shared the pleasure of wrapping a tree in lights and hanging ornaments in the perfect spot, I dare you.
At the end of the process, we turned off all the lights, finished our hot cocoa and plugged in the strands. Voilà!
Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight.