The Brooks family -
One of our traditions that the kids have really enjoyed is our annual trek to the tree farm. Brett is a stickler for the live tree—I think because of the childhood stories his dad tells of when Santa would bring a live tree on Christmas Eve. Every year, our family goes to the tree farm and the search is on for that “perfect” tree—too fat, too thin, too tall... And every year, our budget dictates more of a Charlie Brown quality tree than a White House one. But that’s part of the beauty of it—the imperfections are what make it perfect. And you can always put the ugly side toward the wall. Anyway, after we agree on a tree, which is never easy, we spend the next half hour playing a game of hide and seek in the tree farm, which is a blast. We have done it every year since Paige was a toddler. We’ve done it in warmer weather, in the rain, and in the flurrying snow. We’ve hidden in tree holes, run across deer grazing, discovered praying mantises, and annoyed lots of other tree shoppers, I’m sure. But it’s a must-do tradition for our family; I think that Brett and I will be out there just the two of us even after the kids are out of the house on their own. :o)
One of our traditions that the kids have really enjoyed is our annual trek to the tree farm. Brett is a stickler for the live tree—I think because of the childhood stories his dad tells of when Santa would bring a live tree on Christmas Eve. Every year, our family goes to the tree farm and the search is on for that “perfect” tree—too fat, too thin, too tall... And every year, our budget dictates more of a Charlie Brown quality tree than a White House one. But that’s part of the beauty of it—the imperfections are what make it perfect. And you can always put the ugly side toward the wall. Anyway, after we agree on a tree, which is never easy, we spend the next half hour playing a game of hide and seek in the tree farm, which is a blast. We have done it every year since Paige was a toddler. We’ve done it in warmer weather, in the rain, and in the flurrying snow. We’ve hidden in tree holes, run across deer grazing, discovered praying mantises, and annoyed lots of other tree shoppers, I’m sure. But it’s a must-do tradition for our family; I think that Brett and I will be out there just the two of us even after the kids are out of the house on their own. :o)
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