Our family has managed to turn putting up a Christmas tree into an all day adventure. It's always very tiring and very cold but, mostly, it's always very, very fun.
Yesterday we woke later than we typically do and were out of the house in full Wisconsin winter performance gear by 9 a.m.
After a stop at a local greasy spoon for pancakes and eggs it was off to the tree farm.
This year the hunt for the perfect tree was shorter than most. I'd say our search lasted less than an hour, which for us is fast. Hank was anxious to help cut down the Balsam Fir we chose.
Everyone (minus baby Elisabeth, of course) took turns cutting.
Carrying the tree back to the car... where's Superdad?
Maybe this Balsam will find its way into our living room in 2017.
And, we're done. Time to enjoy.