We went up to Whiterocks for our traditional Christmas Tree hunting. The water Clint painstakingly boiled got spilled on the way up, so there was no hot chocolate. BUT we did have some amazing homemade donuts. We played on the swing, (until someone got hurt) and had a really good time. Karalee and I even kept Mom and Dad together the WHOLE time--we were pretty proud. (Usually in the quest for the tree they separate and get lost from one another and it takes for ever. So it has become kind of a joke.)
Every year, after we get the tree up, my dad says it is the prettiest tree we have ever had. This year, I think he might be right. Of course I am bias cause I picked it out this year. (It was my first time :D) 2 trips to town later, there are 1800-2000 lights on the tree. I didn't get a picture, but I will try to this weekend.
I LOVE CHRISTMAS!
