Yeap, it’s a pain.
Yeap, it’s always so cold.
Yeap, it’s trés cher.
But it’s so wonderul and one of my favorite Christmas traditions.
Each year we drive through this charming historic town to get to “our” tree farm, each year we bring my Grandpas thermos… the one he used to take out into the fields… full of hot chocolate (and sometimes Bailey’s!). Each year it seems as though I am either great with child or holding a new baby in my arms… kissing a button-red cold little nose while Big Daddy saws away and each year we find a beautiful, perfect, fragrant tree to marvel at each cold, wintery, December evening.