A couple of Sundays ago, Angela called to see if I would help her decorate her Christmas tree. So after evening church, I went over and learned all about trees that come in three pre-assembled pieces. How much easier was THAT!!!?? So much better than sorting branches by color and all the crazy stuff I did more than once. Anyway - so here are some pictures from the deck the halls extravaganza!
My job was to put the ornaments on the tree. 
I think this look definitely needs to be left to Rudolph. What happened to my hair?
Angela was in charge of lights. 
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Awesome, I got a prelit tree this year, so much easier.
Hey sorry but you're tagged. Check my blog you'll see haha SORRY!
Before I die I want to get one more real tree. I want to get stuck with needles and get the sticky sap on my hands. But most of all I want that pine smell in my house that will remind me of Christmas when I was a boy - when it was still magical and joyous.
Phats - is it the beta blogger people that are messing me up? I've had to start leaving anonymous comments and write my name in. ICK!!!!
You ARE kidding about the marriage this month thing, right??
And I will respond to the tag when I have more than five minutes til work starts! (As in five minutes AFTER work starts!) I think it's kinda cool.
Malott - Is it sad that I've never HAD a real tree? Does this mean I've missed something I should experience at least once in my lifetime??? Because I truly do hate missing out on things.
I love the magic and joy. Last night I didn't even turn on any lights except the trees (when you have too may trees, it works out well for light) - and it brought a little magic to the house. I think I'll definitely have to do the annual slumber party by the tree with the nights on all night. But as far as the rest of the magic - it's hard to make it all up for yourself, I think.
Thanks for stopping by!!! I love visitors!! :)
You looked cute as a reindeer...hehehe
Bekah,
The smell of a real tree is the big difference, and they say smells associate with memories in a much stronger way than other sensory experiences.
Hmm, I always imagined Mr F. to be a "real tree" kind of guy.
The smell can be recreated with some great Yankee candles, but the mess of a real tree is what we don't want. Maybe when the kids are older we'll try one just to say we did.
Oh the things I could tell you about Dad. I think the reason we couldn't have a real tree is because any wood that came into the house went straight into the fireplace!! You can see the problem this presents where a Christmas tree is concerned.
Although if I try to confirm this with him, I'm sure to get some sort of lesson about pine being too sappy to burn. I know as much about trees as Dad knows about cooking. :)
By the way - did you see the picture of Dad I posted back in November? After surgery? Is that the Mr. F you remember??
I've never tried a pine scented candle. I'm hesitant to burn any right now unless I'm there to watch because Braeya likes to climb over them. All I need is a furball on fire.
Maybe I'll get brave and try it anyway.
Oh Cara!! I didn't respond to you!! Yeah - the reindeer look wasn't really growing on me. My nose is big enough without adding a glowing feature. :)
I too, have never had a real tree, but I'm okay with that. I kind of like the thought of not having to worrying about all the sap and finding time to go buy one and keeping it watered. Plus, my black thumb almost makes it a certainty that I will kill the already dead tree in a hideous fashion.
So while my fake tree doesn't smell as nice, I'll be okay. Besides, I like the smell of fresh-baked Christmas cookies over pine any day!
When I was a kid, we had one of those silver-foil fake trees, where the "branches" came in a brown-paper sleeve and poked into the pre-drilled holes in the "trunk" (more like a fat broomstick).
We did the annual tree-building ceremony, where the three of us kids pulled the branches out of the sleeves and handed them to our mom, who put them in the holes. Then when it was finished and decorated with ornaments, we'd plug in the color wheel light, and the tree would shift colors (red, green, yellow, blue) as the wheel slowly turned. Ahh... It was beautiful.
Then when my dad retired from the Navy, we moved to Montana, where we would have been ashamed to put up a fake tree. I came to love the real ones, even as a grownup. The smell is the best part. And in the spring, when you least expect it, you'll still find pine needles stuck in the carpet when you vacuum. It brings back Christmas all over again.
I recommend a real tree, at least once.
Skyepuppy,
I'd forgotten about the stray needles.
Bekah,
I visited your November posts and saw your pictures - you're still a pretty little girl. The picture of your dad in his chair looked like him. But the post-surgery picture - well that's a new look.
I remember once the high school band was playing in the gym - I can't remember if it was a concert or if they were playing for the student body. But I do remember that in the middle of one piece - I think it was a march - your dad came running up and jumped on the riser - took the baton away from Mr Whorwell and started directing the band. I'm sure it was all planned, but it was very very funny.
Christina - you have cookies? I'll be right over. :) Haven't gotten to the baking yet.
Skyepuppy - I bet the cats would keep finding the needles when I least expect it too!! They're good for random finding of dirt!
Malott - LOVED the dad story - he's a crazy guy. But I love him. I mean I have to love a dad who let me post THAT picture. Can you tell where I got my picture cheesiness from??
dude it is absolutely amazing how everyone rolled with the real tree thing! I had one, it was messy, but the smell was a breath of fresh air. Bekah, you might want to steer clear of the real thing. Hehe. It was fun for me too!!!
What...you don't think I can handle it????? ;)
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