...over the hills we go

laughing all the way. Ha! Ha! Ha!

It has been our tradition since Sam was born to ride a tractor out to the field of Christmas trees to pick out the perfect fir tree. This year we've had to get creative in order to continue that rather pricey tradition. Thanks to Brian's parents we'll be dashing through the snow this weekend (as long as the weather forecast holds true) to "cut" our Christmas tree at Grandma and Grandpa's house. For half the price I picked out a tree today at a local nursery to "plant" in the woods. With a saw in hand and two kids in tow we'll venture out to find our perfect tree again this year. The reindeer who witnessed our little deception have been sworn to secrecy. That goes for you too!