This year we set off on our very first griswald Christmas experience - we were going to get our very first, real Christmas tree. Up until now our faithful artificial pencil tree had done the trick every year. But since we moved into a two story house - we of course - needed two trees. We asked around and the general advice given was to head to sugar plum farms up near Newland. We grabbed the kids light jackets (it was 55 degrees in Marion) and headed up a few mountains. It was FREEZING!!! But we got to go on a hayride, pick the perfect Christmas tree, drink hot chocolate and head home.
I love it. The smell brings me back to my childhood. And while matt was struggling to get the tree into the stand I remembered so many years of my dad in that same position, grunting and groaning while we all waited (impatiently) with ornaments in hand to decorate.
Next year, our "real" tree might come from a random stand here in Marion. But I am thankful we did the whole sugar plum farm experience for our very first time.
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