We chucked our whopping two year tradition of traveling hours round trip to a monastery in Aurora, hunting for hours in sub zero temps only to settle for a sub par pricey Christmas tree, out the window. Instead we loaded the Squibb family up and headed to Menards. Yep, I said it. Menards. We even found a fun cart with one of those cars on the front with two steering wheels. Score! We located our beautiful $26, 6 footer in less than ten minutes, loaded up and paid before even one tantrum or any frost bit fingers. Now that, my friends, is a Christmas miracle! 🙂
Although I can hear Clark Grizwald crying, motherhood has taught me, often in painful ways, that simplicity is best. No need to force torturous traditions.
Also, I will have you know, it is our first tree that actually smells like a Christmas tree! Thank you Menards. We are sure you must have gotten this fine tree which you can offer at such a low price in some unethical manner, but ignorance is indeed bliss!
Here are the kids trimming the tree
the star….which doesn’t work, but a star none the less!
Today at Hazel’s school
a live nativity, complete with animals….and a plastic baby Jesus
Hazel was an angel….of course 🙂
(she is in the back left)
she had no clue what was going on
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas!