Last weekend, for Mary's birthday, we drove up to the mountains to visit with my BIL and SIL at their church camp/conference center. We had a wonderful time even though the temps were very arctic on Saturday (before warming to just above freezing and a cold rain overnight - just like home).
Saturday morning we drove down to the little village to find ourselves a Christmas tree. We've never had the chance to go to the mountains so close to Christmas and pick our own tree out.
What a great time playing hide and seek among the fields of trees.
Everyone found their own 'perfect' Christmas tree, but finally before our noses and toes froze, we found our tree.
That afternoon the girls had a blast at the yearly Christmas festival at the camp.
They decorated sugar cookies, made ornaments for our tree, listened to local folk music and ode on several (very cold) hay rides up the ridge and back, including one after dark.
The next day the skies began to clear and we had this beautiful view as we left the mountain.
Back home we gradually set up the tree, hunted the stores for more white lights...thankfully my mom came to the rescue as every store was already sold out of white Christmas tree lights.
Friday night we cranked on the Christmas music, popped some popcorn and decorated the tree.
The tree is in our front sitting room, and it takes up just about all of the space in there. Our eyes were obviously bigger than our space in the instance...but, it is a beautiful tree.