Living Life and Loving It
Christmas tree hunting.
The weather precluded our traditional day after Thanksgiving hunt so it was on Saturday when we finally headed to the Christmas Tree Farm, Bierman’s Christmas Tree Farm to get our Christmas tree.
Bierman’s Christmas Tree Farm
My nephew Zain, Bob and my niece Aalia
My nephew Zain, Bob and my niece Aalia
Zain, Aalia, Andrea and Nial
Aalia and Wasim
One of our yearly traditions is to get a tree the day after Thanksgiving! We always go to a Christmas tree farm…just for the experience. We always get a fir tree which are actually shipped in since they don’t grow in our area. But it is a fun tradition. We now go to Bierman’s Christmas Tree Farm which is in Kansas City, KS.
Nial, my nephew at Christmas tree Farm.
Collins first outing ever to get a tree with mom Becca.
Fir Trees shipped in from Minnesota
Fun traditions at the Christmas Tree Farm
The perfect Christmas tree:
Christmas 2014
Links to other years at Christmas Tree Farm: here and here.
Bierman’s Christmas Tree Farm
The day after Thanksgiving has become our day to seek and find the perfect Christmas tree. Years ago I started the tradition of taking the kids to a Christmas tree farm. (When I was growing up my dad made sure every year our family had the joy of having a REAL Christmas tree- it was important to him. We never had an artificial tree.) When my kids were very small, (the first year we moved to the Kansas City area,) we started going to a Christmas Tree Farm to seek out and find the perfect Christmas tree. The first Christmas tree farm we ever went to was Tomahawk Pines, which at the time seemed to be far, far out of town. But developments encroached until houses were built all around it and then Tomahawk Pines disappeared…becoming a housing development. We found another one further out, but it also succumbed to the same fate. We found another one but it was difficult to get to…we went to that one only one (maybe two) times. For the past few years we have gone to Bierman’s Christmas Tree farm which reopened after being closed for a number of years.
Bierman’s Christmas Tree Farm
The irony of it all is we go to a Christmas Tree Farm, tromp around and look at the trees at the Christmas tree farm and then always buy one they have imported in (from somewhere like Minnesota). And if it is really cold we don’t even tromp around that much…we just go to the “imported in” trees and pick out our tree. Doesn’t really make sense, but I want a Frasier fir. I like the look of Frasier Firs, I like the smell of Frasier Firs, I like the shape of the Frasier Fir (the Frasier Fir says “Christmas Tree” to me)….but Frasier Firs won’t grow in this area. So why do we go to a Christmas Tree Farm?? Just because…that is the way I want to do it…I want to create the memories. Memories can be kept forever…
Bear, Carl, Bob, Wasim and Becca
Bob and Becca
My daughter, Becca
Bob and Becca
Father and daughter, Bob and Becca
Carl and Wasim
The lookout…to find the perfect tree…
Bob, Carl and Becca
Andrea, my sister, and her family always come and get their Christmas tree also:
Andrea and son Nial
Andrea’s son Zain
Aalia and Zain
Andrea’s three children; Aalia, Zain, and Nial
Some of the entertainment at the Christmas Tree Farm
Photo opportunity!
Nial, Zain and Aalia
Shaking out the tree:
Shaking out the tree.
The perfect Christmas Tree:
The Perfect Christmas Tree
We always go to a Christmas tree farm to get our Christmas tree. Which doesn’t really make sense, since I gave up years and years ago on the evergreens that grow around this area. It seems the Christmas Tree Farms here always grow the long needle variety and those long needles turn hypodermic deadly when you are trying to take down the dried up, long needle tree. I have for many years bought a Frasier Fir tree, from a Christmas tree farm around here, that has been imported usually from some northern state like Michigan or Wisconsin. So right after Thanksgiving I headed off to a Christmas tree farm, Biermann’s, to buy my imported Frasier Fir Christmas tree. We have gone to Biermann’s for the last few years, after the two previous Christmas tree farms we frequented closed due to “developments” that took over the farm.
This year it was just me and Andrea, Wasim and her kids; Zain, Aalia and Nail and my other sister Miriam. We made quick work of it…somehow it seems we are defeating the purpose (and real fun?) of tramping all over the “farm” to find that perfect tree. We just head to the imported Frasier Fir row, look at the height, find the one which seems to have the most straight truck and fullest branches and in minutes have our tree. But it is a nice tradition and they do serve hot chocolate and cookies. And this year we didn’t really even need coats.
Aalia, my sister Miriam and Zain.
Inside the “barn”, where you can buy wreaths, garlands, etc. Nail, Aalia, and Zain.
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.
