One of my favourite Christmas traditions in our little family is going to the Christmas tree farm to hunt down the most perfect Christmas tree for us. We’ve been doing it three years in a row now, though admittedly last year, the husband had to go on his own since little T had a bit of a high temperature that day.
This year, we were all set on going and the bonus bit was, we went with little T’s best friend F and his family 🙂
We set off from our house at around 2:30 in the afternoon. It was a dreary-grey Winter day as seen on this photograph.
Every year we go to the Devon Christmas tree farm, which is about a 45 minute drive from where we live. I read somewhere that if you buy your tree from a Christmas tree farm, freshly chopped, it will last longer than if you buy it chopped from any other shop. Plus of course, if you have young kids, there’s something special about choosing your own tree right?
Actually If I had my way, I’d have our tree all decked-up on the first of December, pine-needles are such a pain though, so I’ve settled for the second week of December.
They also have a small shop in the Christmas tree farm where you can buy a few Christmas ornaments, lovely wreaths and even some hot chocolate!
And then you’re off to pick your own tree among hundreds and hundreds of Christmas trees. When you arrive, they’ll give you a tag with your name on it so you can put it on your chosen tree and then they’ll chop it down for you.
To go on a Christmas tree hunt, you must make sure that you’re wearing the right attire: wellies, a silly wooly hat and a coat to keep you warm in the winter air.
Be adventurous and don’t just choose among the first few trees you see. Prepare to go through the whole experience of walking through hundreds of trees!
The prickly pine needles and mud is all part of the fun when going on a Christmas tree hunt.
C’mon F! Says little T! We’ve got to find the most perfect one!
F says, Let’s go over there!
What about this one? Little T asks and F answers: I think it’s too small!
F?! Where are you?
Oh, hot chocolate! Yummy! Says little T forgetting about her best friend and the hunt for the most perfect Christmas tree.
In the end, they left the choice to their parents and were busy instead with the next best-thing in the world – jumping in muddy puddles.
And here’s little T watching the Christmas tree get all wrapped-up and covered in a net ready to go home.
Where do you get your Christmas trees from?
This post is linked-up with Coombe Mill’s Country Kids.