This past weekend, Gramps and Omi came for a visit so we decided it was the perfect time to get our Christmas tree. I have this thing around finding a Christmas tree. You see, when I was a kid, we would go to this lot in Richmond, BC where they had a fire, hot dogs and hot chocolate. While it was on the edge of the city, you were still able to go and cut down your own tree from their small little lot. It was a tradition I cherished–this year I was determined to share this experience with my family. So on Saturday morning, we packed up the family and drove an hour to a little farm called Fir Evergreen Tree Farm. I wasn’t disappointed and the farm provided all the memories I was hoping for including horse drawn sleigh rides, a fire with bbq’d smokies, and, most importantly, u-cut trees.
Fittingly, Ella learned about sharp knives in school last week…maybe the week she cut her hair. After all, they didn’t say anything about scissors or saws.
Ben and I with our new baby, Lord Byron.
I love our tree. Sometimes, when I am browsing Pinterest or my Instagram feed, it is tempting to have a perfectly, perfect monochromatic tree with silver bobbles all in the right places but nothing can ever replace our tree of memories. Funky ornaments made from popsicle sticks, pompoms and oh, the glitter! My ornaments from when I was kid, like my “Baby’s first Christmas” bobble hangs alongside the little Santa Ben and I bought on the night we got engaged and next to that, our little Santa playing the bagpipes–the we bought in Edinburgh at the Christmas market. All these things, I hold dear.
It’s so easy to let the busyness of Christmas grab hold of us and drown us in this season of advent and often we forget to stop and enjoy the little moments. I hope that this Christmas you take time. Savour. Celebrate and have yourself a very merry little Christmas.
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