Oh Christmas tree...

I'm not sure how December becomes busier every year, but it does.
Next year I am bound and determined to slow it down.
While I love and appreciate the opportunity of going out into the woods and cutting down a tree, this year... just not happening.
So a couple of weeks ago, after work we all loaded up to look at a few lights and go pick out a tree.

I tried.

I tried to make it sweet and idyllic and memorable.
Maybe it was. Because the kids had a good time, and I guess that's all that really matters.

I cared about picking it out together, chatting it up.
You want to know what my kids cared about?
It was not a tree.

They ran like the wind through the concrete halls of Christmas trees.
But it made them happy.

Then they thoroughly enjoyed watching as Ben tried to load up the Griswald tree.
Because that's what it is.
I have an angel for the top of the tree that is currently sitting beside it.
Why?
Because there is no room for it between the tree top and the ceiling.


 



  


Love,
Clark's wife.