Our Christmas Tree

Last Saturday we had a visit from my Dad and company, and he insisted on going Christmas tree shopping.
Apparently there are no more Cut-Your-Own Christmas Tree Farms close to where he lives, so he decided to do it with us in Raleigh.
Much to his dismay, they are also becoming a thing of the past here too. We did find a Pick-Your-Own Christmas Tree Farm, but they did not give you a saw to cut it down yourself. They did it themselves with a high-powered chain saw.
And would you be surprised if I told you that Seth and I immediately picked the ugliest tree to take home with us, simply because it was free?

You probably don't know us well enough if you said yes. You can't tell in the pictures, but the trunk looks like this: S.
And if you are doubting how truthful I'm being, here is a direct quote from an employee there: "Yeah when we were doing the pricing we came upon this one and we thought, man! that's an ugly tree, but we figured some family's bound to want it..."
Just call us Charlie Brown and Linus.
So they cleaned the tree out for us and we it took home and set it up so that you can't really tell the trunk is crooked, and then we decorated it.

And I am very much in love with our imperfect perfect little tree.

So to all those people who laughed at us for taking the ugliest tree on the lot home, I say, "Boo Yeah."

And, of course, Merry Christmas.