Friday after Thanksgiving we packed up the kids and drove from Maryland to Virginia to chop down our Christmas tree.
Right there, nestled off the Potomac sits a very quaint and beautiful Christmas tree farm called ‘Snickers Gap’. There, we wandered row after row in the below freezing temperatures in search for the perfect tree, alas we found her, snug as a bug in the center. Christian chopped her down and we all yelled “TIMBER!” We loaded it on the car and drove back to Maryland for some leftover thanksgiving grub and another night with family.
Its good to be back, back into the grind of things like the mountains of laundry that needs to be washed, folded and put away. Back to the dirty floors, grimy kitchen, dishes, moldy bathroom, and unmade beds.
But I have my Christmas tree and it makes me happy. The smell has permeated the house with its glorious pine. I’m in the mood