I realize that not everyone celebrates Christmas. I have no trouble putting my head around the idea that most of the world’s population doesn’t believe in the immaculate birth of Jesus or even in the sacred maxing out of credit cards for plastic toys and cheap rum in late December. Those who do celebrate live all around the world, so there are plenty of Christmas revelers rockin’ around a palm tree or building sandcastles instead of snowmen. Despite the movies and songs about the season, it’s clear to any logical person that Christmas is not just a season expressed in gently falling snow and presents ’round a pine tree. But! If you are from a northern clime, celebrate Christmas, and have the space and money for it, I don’t see how you can go through your whole life without once cutting down your own tree.
I recently learned that one of my friends, who is from Michigan, has never cut down her own tree. Not only that, she’s only ever had artificial trees. Her family was worried about fire hazards, and I get that, but if you’re vigilant about keeping the tree watered and turning off the tree lights when you leave the house, a real tree is safe. And if you’re from Michigan, there are hundreds of places to go where you can select your own tree from a planted forest of them, which is a whole level of fun and adventure you can’t get from going to a lot.
I was in my hometown this past weekend for a couple of events, and while I was there, my parents and I got a tree. After an early setback (the first place we drove to was “closed for the season” — before Christmas?), we went on to Peacock Tree Farm in Laingsburg. Snow really was gently falling, so softly and slowly that I could inspect the individual flakes on my coat and see how different they were from one another. Not too many people were there, since a week before Christmas is too late for most folks (which is probably why the other place was closed), but we liked it that way. Just some fresh-faced workers, several red-nosed families, and a few eager dogs. I took some video of the afternoon so we can all take a look at what it’s like to cut down your own tree and get it back home for decorating. Don’t forget the egg nog.
I’ll be back in 2012 with more photos, essays, travel guides, guest posts, and interviews. Just nine months til I take off on my world trip–glad to have you readers along for the ride. Have a safe and restful holiday and see you in the new year!
That is what it’s all about. Good job!
Thanks! It was a fun afternoon, wasn’t it.
You guys look GREAT and I can’t wati to be around the tree and YOU! Just something like 44 more hours now!!!! Oo math.
Whoa, that place has some fancy machinery. Looks like an excellent tree. (And, as always, good choice of music, Lisa.) Merry Christmas!
Yep it is serious business. The one machine bores a hole in the bottom of the tree so you can more easily fit it on your tree stand, and the red one wraps it all up in the white twine.
Thanks, Sess! Merry Christmas to you and yours as well.
Lovely video and music! How much editing did you do of the tree-selection process? We have a tradition in my family that even if we find a great tree right away, my mom doesn’t let us chop it down until we have walked around and looked at ALL THE TREES. My dad takes a nap under the first good tree to guard it, and we come wake him up half an hour later to chop it down.
We also have a new tradition where Bryan and Matthew pull each at full speed on the tree wagon. Have you tried this?
Wait, they both pull in the same direction so the tree goes really fast? Or they pull in opposite direction in an attempt to break the wagon?
I mis-typed — actually one of them runs and pulls, the other runs and pushes, and then the pusher leaps atop the Christmas tree for a ride.
That sounds pretty great.
Loved the video! Thanks for showing me how it’s done! (Sorry I forgot to look at this earlier. Blogs are hard. 😉