Our Very First Christmas Tree

This is the Christmas tree at Sarah’s apartment. For your amusement, the story of how it got there:

• Went to buy a tree.
• Got a 6-foot tree. Carried it back myself. After having day surgery on my toe. Hrm.
• Got it inside.
• It looked pathetic inside.
• Convinced the girls to take it back and upsize.
• I carried it back.
• We paid $10 more and got an 8-foot tree.
• We all carried it back.
• We brought it in. We sawed off the stump with a dinky saw—took about an hour to get through the softwood.

After all that, I let the girls handle decorating—they’re far more in the spirit than I.