The apple and the tree

It is good to know the apple does not fall far from the tree, or at this time of year should I say pine cone. I have to admit I have done a little lamenting this Christmas time. As I planned and wrapped and planned again and tried to relish in the spirit, I noticed my elder son had little. The usual Christmas events that the boys loved when they were younger have gone a little to the way side, especially the older child. So who would have thought that my younger son, who has very little of my dna, would come shining through.

Small fry was bound and determined that we needed to have a Santa Tree, downstairs and it had to be cut, from the woods. I hate to admit when this last Sunday rolled around, and I felt frenzied, I came close to offering a round of video games if we could save time and run to the Boys Club to buy one. One look at his face when I started to open my mouth and he says, "can I pick it out all by myself", caused me to shut up very quickly.

We drove, and drove, and drove some more. I promised everyone in the truck I JUST knew this place had the right trees, not the pine, but the spruce. He was adamant about the spruce. And, just as we got discouraged there it was, the perfect little valley. That still had snow (I am like Carey-I really love a white Christmas), and oodles of spruce, and we walked from tree to tree to find just the right one he liked.

He cut it, dragged it, and tagged it. We decorated it together. I don't have after pictures just yet, it goes against my artistic nature, but it is the perfect small fry tree. But good to know I am not the only Tree Nazi in the house.

Funny thing, Big Fry asked if he could get a tag...