To celebrate the first weekend of December, we headed up to the snow for our annual Christmas Tree Hunt!
The weather couldn't have been better.
We found the perfect spot for the kids to play,
made a campfire,
and roasted hotdogs and marshmallows.
There is nothing better than meeting a couple of great friends at the top of a mountain and enjoying some Christmas memories!
The entire highway was full of people.
Like we were all a part of some special club and they closed the road just for us.
It was such a neat feeling driving past everyone.
Each around their own fire pits, eating, drinking, laughing, playing in the snow.
Finding the "perfect" tree. It had holiday movie written all over it.
These are my boys, hunting down the perfect tree.
Jackson was in the backpack on my back.
(I must have drawn the short straw for that one.)
Emmett chose the tree this year. It's a bit smaller than usual with not as many branches, but when he saw it the coulds parted, sunshine burst down, and Angels were singing (What, that's not what happens to you?).
We cut it and kept it, made it our own.
(Handsome tree carrier not included.)
Here she is.
The Allen Family Christmas Tree.
(I envision you all with smiles on your faces, oh's and ah's. She's a beaut, Clark!)
What is your Christmas tree tradition?
Now THAT is what I call Christmas tree hunting. None of this "walking down the isles at Home Depot" business. That sounds like SO much fun. I grew up in Alaska and since my dad was a logger this was every day stuff for him...but still special to take his kids out into the woods with him. Lets just say we had a pretty serious chain saw to fall our tiny little Christmas tree!
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