In 2005, we trudged through the snow near Mequon, Wisconsin, looking for the perfect Christmas tree.
In 2006, a horse drawn wagon carried us out into the tree fields to begin our hunt on a warmish late November day.
In 2008, we got quite chilly in Stacy, Minnesota, but then warmed up with hot cider by a roaring fire (while Daddy struggled to get the tree on top of the van).
And last year, we went to the same tree farm I went to for years and years growing up.
Ever since I can remember, I have been part of the annual tradition of choosing and cutting a Christmas tree -- first with my parents and siblings, grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins. Since getting married, with my husband, and then together with our children. I have many, many fond memories of this tradition.
There does not appear to be any place near Bismarck, North Dakota to choose and cut your own Christmas tree.
What am I going to do?