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.
2007 was the year of the ginormous tree. and the blizzard on the way home.
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?
I'd say make a trip to MN!!! That is interesting!!
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