We had a beautiful day getting our Christmas tree, decorating, and curling up on the couch to watch the lights.
When I was little, we would bundle up, head to the hills, and trek through snow to find a tree. We were rewarded by mugs of hot chocolate to warm our hands and tummies.
Gary and I have tried almost every kind of tree — Bi-Mart parking lot, Boy Scouts, plastic, and hard-earned snow-hunted.
The last four years, we’ve found a tradition. The perfect compromise. A local tree farm, run by the kindest gentleman and his…