We made the trek north this afternoon….to cut down our Christmas tree. Every year, when my husband slides the saw across the trunk I feel an pang of guilt. Like seriously do we really need to chop down a live tree for three weeks a year….but then I get that fresh tree in my living room and the whole house starts to smell like Christmas and the guilt starts to subside. It’s not gone….but my Christmas spirit starts to bubble and the guilt fizzles.
Here are some shots from the Christmas tree farm…..my daughter loves her new boots….that she picked out and would not consider anything else once she locked her baby blues on these puppies.
Don’t forget to come by the studio tomorrow and Hipo, Korie and I are hosting Santa in the Beach Day, come get your kids picture taken with Santa and donate $10 dollars to charity and one non perishable food item.
Ummm….can you smell my tree????