Every year on the Sunday after Thanksgiving my family and I have a Special tradition. We go to a Christmas tree Farm and cut down Our own Christmas tree at The Spruce Goose in North Jersey.
My dad usually has to rent an SUV so we can all fit in the same car. This year he rented a 2016 black GMC Yukon, it was really sharp & loaded with extras, even a tv.
First we go to a diner to eat breakfast & then we drive for another mile down the road to the farm.
My brother usually pulls me in the wire go cart tree thingy. He likes pulling me around.
My sisters were very cranky & kept letting us know they weren’t happy to be in the middle of a farm looking for that one special tree! You can see in the pictures they kept themselves very busy, but not looking for a tree.
Who text in the middle of looking for a Christmas tree anyway?
My twin Sisters!!
Jaz came along in her dog bag & had the best time ever. She was a little scared but curious when she heard daddy & Marky starting to saw the tree.
Then I had the tough job of pulling the tree to the front of the farm to get it wrapped & tied to our car roof.
This is the first year they ever had Santa There.
WoW, he was the real deal. I have never seen any Santa look like him. Jaz immediately wanted to sit on his lap & Santa was happy to pick her up & let her give him puppy kisses. Then Santa asked the rest of us if we wanted to get in the picture. We all gladly said yes.
Santa was amazing, he knew things. He told us that we need to work on getting along with each other & not bickering & arguing with each other & be thoughtful to one another.
Did Santa hear us arguing outside all the way out near the Christmas trees? How could he know we weren’t getting alone with each other during our Christmas tree hunt??
He really is amazing!
Well, I know I’m on the “Nice” list this year.
I’m not going to mention 2 twins who are probably on the “Naughty” list this year.
One time I got Coal!
I’m never going to let that happen again.
I would enjoy seeing girlies get coal! Haha..
I will post pics of my tree when it’s finished being decorated.