Last Saturday, Steve went with some of the guys in my family to chop down our Christmas tree. We have had a tradition for several years to get a permit sometime in October and then go together to get our trees. Lately, the men have been doing all the work because of the kids, but they are getting older and some go along. It's pretty funny going up the snowy mountain, shaking off trees to find a good one, and then attempting to drag it back to your car without falling down the mountain. We have also learned that you need to get a smaller tree than you would guess. They are much bigger in your house than they look on the mountain. One year, my parents got a tree that was so heavy, it was hard for six men and me to carry it. We also learned, that you should trek uphill to find the tree and then drag it downhill. Common sense, right? Well, that year, we took the tree up hills and even over some water. At some point, someone typically slides down the mountain (not always on purpose), so you have to be careful. It is a lot of fun and I love having a nice live tree for the holidays.Once we got the tree home, it was too tall, so Steve cut off an extra foot or two and we decorated it that night. It was a perfect jump-start into the Christmas season since Thanksgiving was so late in the month.