I am not sure the perfect tree exists after our search for one last Saturday. We found many tall trees that were beautiful, but they were much too tall. We found many small trees that were cute but they were much too small. I think the fun in cutting your own tree is the anticipation and adventure of finding the perfect tree. After an hour of searching we settled on one we had spotted at the beginning of our search. When Michael cut the chosen one he could hold it above his head with one hand. My point being is not that Michael is really strong but rather our tree is a bit on the empty side. It does reach our ceiling though and has been able to maintain the abundance of lights wrapped around its thin little branches. As it stands in our living room with its seven hundred lights (yes 700!) it is beginning to grow on me.

The landscape was so beautiful covered in a fresh layer of snow. Chael was so funny dressed in his many layers. Some what stiff, he reminded me of the scene in the movie "A Christmas Story."

A memorable day!