It’s been some time since I’ve had a real Christmas tree. Dave and I both agreed we wanted to find a real tree with “real Christmas tree smell” for our first Christmas as a married couple.
We headed out on a crisp December Saturday and wandered amongst rows and rows of firs, looking for the perfect 7-8 foot tree that would become our “first” Christmas tree. After much deliberation, we found a winner. In the house and into the stand it went, ready to be covered in white lights and a collection of ornaments from my mom’s stash.
With scents of cinnamon, cloves and orange coming from the kitchen (stovetop simmers are where it’s at), we turned on Christmas music and decked those halls.
Now it feels like Christmas!