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A Humble Christmas Tree


Christmas trees are important. 
I have good memories of going to the California mountains with my family every year to cut down our Christmas tree. I loved decorating it with ornaments while listening to Christmas music on our player piano. 

This year is our first year actually spending Christmas in our own home, so it was imperative to have a tree! Well, at least it was for me. 

But I didn't want to spend $60-$100 for a real one. 
We don't have any space to store a fake one after the decorations come down. 
We live in Alaska where the really nice, "classic" trees don't grow (at least I didn't see any).
We borrowed a snowmachine from Marshall's buddy and we rode off into the hills until we found a tree that would do. It was relatively even and wasn't brown and dead. At least not all the way yet.
I was pretty happy with it. I think the best part was just spending time with the man I love.


My fingers were pretty numb by the time we got back to the truck, and I think the main reason is because I took off my mittens so that I could take these pictures. Oh the things I do for memories!


And then we brought the tree home, and after some technical difficulties and the lights almost not being long enough...

...we got our tree all pretty! I guess we're ready for Christmas now!
You know what's so good about this tree? It doesn't drop needles. Awesome.
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  1. Mis RisDecember 17, 2013 at 1:09 AM

    I love it, I think it is way cute. Does it smell good too?

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