This Christmas was our first Christmas in Ohio and our first Christmas as parents.
Our first born was just two months old for her first Christmas. I don't think she remembers much about this particular holiday.
The tree for this year was special in the way we brought it home. The neighborhood we lived in had a Catholic school that backed into it. This school would sell Christmas trees out of their parking lot as a fund raiser. I had always romanticized the movies where you see the main characters walking to the Christmas lot and carrying their trees home. They look so happy and blissful. I had the bright idea that this Christmas, instead of driving over to the tree lot, let's just walk.
Getting to the tree lot wasn't a problem at all. We bundled our munchkin up, layered warm clothes on ourselves and headed out to the lot. Once we picked our tree, purchased it and wrapped it up, we began the process of walking home.
It wasn't anything like what I saw in the movies. I think the actors must have someone helping them. It was cold, cold, cold and the tree was heavy and wet. I was holding our munchkin while Mark carried, dragged the tree home. I finally bent down and picked up the one end holding onto Munchkin w/ the other arm, just to get home faster!
Once we were home, I did my things with the lights (I'll spare you reiterating my "love" for lights), decorated the tree and swore we would never walk to a tree lot again! LOL