We went full-on Griswald yesterday and drove an hour outside of town to cut down our own Christmas tree. This is not something I ever imagined myself doing, as we live in the deep south, but I read a review about a central Texas Christmas Tree Farm where they provided hayrides, saws, a free petting zoo and everything else you need to kick off the holiday season right, so we went. It didn’t glow like the Griswald’s tree, but Brooks approved and we let him believe he picked it out.
Spence sawed it down and we drug it back to a tractor that hauled it back to the shaker. And holy moly, have you ever seen a Christmas tree get shaken? It’s insane. And beautiful. And disturbing. The purpose is to shake off excess needles, although my living room carpet says they could have shaken this trunk for a few more minutes. They shot a net around it, we paid less than we would at a tree lot and headed back to Austin, stopping for some Elgin barbeque of course.
The grandparents came along and it couldn’t have been a lovelier morning. It must be so special to be a grandparent because you are a full-time soaker-upper. I mean, all you really have to do is enjoy these tiny people because they are already obsessed with you. Brooks requested chauffeuring in the Subaru, so he rode out and back with the GP’s.
With bellies full of BBQ (or in Brooks’ case mac ‘n cheese), I assumed both kids would pass out until we got home. Sabra got buckled in, shot her thumb into her mouth and was out for the ride, but I was surprised to see Brooks chipper when the Subaru pulled into our driveway. Apparently they sang songs the whole way home – and how adorable is it that Grandma had to Google lyrics to “I’ve Been Workin’ on the Railroad.”
Sabra didn’t say a word, but I could tell she dug the hay and animals and one-on-one time with Grandma while we went for our tree hunt. Brooks, on the other hand, has never been more outwardly excited in his whole life. I suppose that’s why we are going all out this year (read: real tree, outdoor lights, staircase garland); he really gets that this is exciting.
And, honestly, I can’t think of anything better than watching my children light up.