This year we decided not to buy our Christmas tree from the Canadian who travels each year to our neighborhood to sell Christmas trees. We weren't unhappy with him, we just decided we wanted an "old fashioned experience." Both Boyd and I remembered cutting down our own Christmas trees growing up, so we wanted to try to find a place we could cut our own tree. We heard of a Christmas tree farm where we could cut our own tree, we decided to make the 1 1/2 hour drive to have the "experience".
As we got closer to our destination, there began to be signs that this was not going to be the experience we anticipated. The traffic began to pick up. Every car coming past us in the opposite direction had a Christmas tree on the roof. When we arrived at the farm, there were police directing traffic. There were people every 500 feet directing us to the parking spot. Car after car was parking and their were droves of people making their way to the entrance. It felt like Disneyland.
I have to say it has been a long time since I laughed that hard. It was opposite everything we anticipated!
We still had a great time and we did manage to pick out the perfect tree and Boyd did cut it down!
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