It's tradition. Eleven years worth of tradition. Every year, regardless of how cold it is, Monte and I schlep the kids to a local tree farm and chop one down ourselves.
Would an artificial one be easier? Yep. Cheaper? Yep. Less work? Yep. Would it smell as nice or house fun little surprises like real pinecones, birdnests and occasional bugs? No way.
We have now gotten trees in three states - Wisconsin, Illinois and Indiana. The kids liked to ride the "Tree Train" out to the fields. Here they are. I will get a picture of the tree when the finishing touches are on.
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