Every family has their own Christmas traditions and one of ours is going to get the Christmas tree. Our tree always goes up on the Saturday in December that is closest to the 10th. Not to sure why, it’s just how we’ve always done it.
We live a ten minute walk away from “Christmas Tree World” so every year we walk down to choose our tree. Yesterday was such a beautiful winters day, perfect for getting into the Christmas spirit.
O still gets a little bit tired if he walks too far and as it’s mostly walking next to a main road it was safer (and a lot quicker) to pop him in his trike.
Once we arrived he was let loose to go and look for our tree.
Although trying to keep track of him in amongst all the trees was a challenge in itself.
Usually we’ve quite quick at spotting a tree but it took us ages to decide on one yesterday, not helped by O taking a dislike to most of the trees we liked. Apparently they were “too green”.
He did seem to quite like the one we chose.
Once our tree had been picked and chopped it was time to head home for an afternoon of decorating the tree, with Christmas songs playing and perhaps with a Baileys or two.
For us, once Christmas tree day is done the holiday season has officially started.