The day after Thanksgiving we get our Christmas tree. We go to a Christmas tree farm and find the perfect tree. We have gone through a few Christmas tree farms as suburban sprawl has put several out of business; Tomahawk Pines, Warren Christmas Tree Farm,just to mention two we used to go to. We have found one on Quivera called Bierman’s. Around here the long needle pines grow best. But some years ago, I decided that I liked the Frasier Fir the best for our tree (the needles don’t dry and become long hypodermic pine needles), plus they smell “Christmasy”. Frasier firs don’t grow around here, but the farms import them, so we can get our fir tree at the farm, tromp up and down among rows and rows of trees. We get to do the train ride, pick out our tree, drink hot chocolate and eat cookies and feel like we have had the “farm” experience. So much better than getting the tree on a corner lot.
Zain, Nial, Becca and Aalia
Henry and Adam
Zain at Bierman's Christmas Tree Farm.
Jen and Izzy.
Nial, Becca and Aalia.
Henry and Adam.
Rows and rows of trees at the farm.
Picking out the perfect tree.
Becca finding the perfect tree.
Nial and Becca hunting for hidden eggs in the hay.
Henry looking for eggs.
Henry.
Becca searching for eggs.
Petting the pony.
Petting the pony.
