The girls have been full of holiday cheer for a few weeks now. Rich and I refuse to decorate for Christmas until after Thanksgiving but we have been planning for the big holiday party for Rich's side of the family, so that sort of kick started the holly jolly season. We did request that the girls make wish lists and that was more difficult for them this year. They are reaching that in-between age/stage where they don't want a billion new toys (they admit that they have enough) and electronics are still limited. So, yeah, no iPhones on those lists. Emily did win for most creative entry with a pink mini-fridge for her room. Why exactly would she need a mini-fridge in her room? That's an excellent question. Cold water for the middle of the night, I believe was the response. (I think Santa only gifts mini-fridges to college students.)
We decided to visit a cut-your-own-tree farm this year and we were proud of ourselves for getting out there early. Well, early for us. We arrived Sunday morning, the second day this particular tree farm was open for the season, determined to find the perfect Christmas tree. Instead, we found baby trees, short trees, and skinny trees. Turns out that more customers than usual had cut down trees last year, leaving this season's pickings pretty mangy. We did end up buying a nice, full one that was cut from a farm in Western Mass, fresher than a Boy Scout tree, our other option. We have land behind our yard, so I'm considering starting my own little friends and family Christmas tree farm. And a pumpkin patch.
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