The First of December

The month of December just screams Christmas. So does snow. And, today, being the first day of December, and the birth month of non other than His holiness himself, we experienced both signs of the most wonderful time of the year!

We awoke to the first of December to a lightly snow dusted lawn, our first official 'snow' of the year. After we both got off of work, we headed out to purchase our Christmas tree. It was 31 degrees Fahrenheit, blustery, and snow flurries were swirling all around us. We decided to get a real tree this year, but decided against cutting it down ourselves. We headed to the superb, local, gourmet grocery store that just recently opened. And we found the perfect tree!

When we got home, Brian cut the bottom of the tree trunk off so that it would have plenty of healthy water soaking veins to keep it alive for the next 31 days while Jack and I turned on the Christmas music, prepared the spot for our tree, and stayed warm and cozy indoors! Once Brian finished his task, he brought the tree inside (that strong and burly man of mine!), and placed it in our tree stand. We set it up straight and we spread out all of the branches that were neatly tied into place.

We decided to let our tree breathe for a night, fill the air with the lovely frasier fir pine smell, and allow all the branches to neatly fall where they should be before we decorate. (I think that's on the plan for tomorrow night!)

It's a beautiful tree. It's December 1st. And it's still 'snowing'! It's the hap-happiest season of all!