This year, I really wanted a Christmas tree shaped like an eggplant. This wasn't a conscious decision on my part or anything like that. I was just drawn to the fat-bottomed trees at the farm, noticed them standing firm in the middle of skinnier, more stately firs. They all looked so shaggy, so silly, so-- as Kenneth Burke would say-- appreciative of their own foibles. Like, when we sing the O Christmas Tree song, maybe the unwieldy tree is the one we're supposed to be picturing. You know? Anyway, I loved the fat trees the most.
Ben, as always, was right there to humor me, after confirming that the beast we all chose was short enough to the living room.
Yes, that sure is a saw. Also, Cooper is biting Ben.
this song really loud on my phone the whole time Ben and the kids sawed the tree down. I AM MADE OF WHIMSY, PEOPLE.
Speaking of traditions, this is the SEVENTH year in a row that Jack has chosen this exact ornament at the gift shop. And then he comes home and writes the date in it-- SO SWEET
You can see this space in the picture below, but it's full of a GIANT table and big ole wood bench.
THE TREE WOULD NOT FIT.
It also wouldn't fit in the huge area of blank space in the picture below.
Then the kids got to town (after Ben strung lights and we all ate another round of Thanksgiving leftovers) decorating.
his tree-topper so badly so my tree can look exactly like the one on my favorite Christmas dishes.
The most wonderful time of the year, indeed!