Saturday, December 5, 2009

Climb every mountain...


I don’t remember when we first started cutting down our own Christmas tree-I know we bought a tree off the lot the first year we were married and my husband could barely get it into our rented townhouse (we were not good at height estimations), and we settled on having just a fake tree afterwards because we went “home” for the holidays and we were tired of coming back and cleaning up the pine-less stick that was left. Our vacuum didn’t pick up all the needles embedded in the carpet, so we were still getting the occasional prick for months afterwards.


My family never chopped a Christmas tree down either-we lived in the suburbs and were strictly “lot tree people” as far as I can remember, but my husband’s childhood was different. He grew up a few hours North of me where the snows are deeper and more frequent, and where residents are primarily “tree cutters.” So I guess things were going to have to change one-way-or-another when this “lot tree” person married a “tree cutter,”and things went my way until we had our first child.

As all of you know, when kids arrive everything changes, and what was once acceptable is no longer. My husband wanted to follow his family traditions at Christmas, and since I really didn’t have any traditions of my own, I embraced most of his. (Notice how I said most…) He relayed story upon story of his families’ treks in the woods to find the perfect Christmas tree, and he really had me convinced that if I didn’t go along with this, I would be shortchanging my daughter’s Christmas experience. Unfortunately, the area chosen as the “perfect” spot for this trek was about a 300-yard walk up a steep hill that is about 200 feet high! Now remember that I mentioned I was a suburbanite, and trudging up any hill during the cold is not something I wanted to do, but I was a new mother, so I caved. We also had a year old dog that our families affectionately referred to as our “firstborn,” and my husband decided he should go along on the trip too.




I remember standing at the foot of this mountain-hill and not being able to see the top-I had the dog and my husband carried our daughter in her car seat. We passed very nice trees towards the bottom end of the mountain-hill, but my husband, being the experienced “tree cutter” convinced me that the perfect tree could only be found at the top, so on we went. The dog, who was not yet obedience trained, pulled mercilessly forward, and about half way up I nearly fell over him as he dove in and out of the trees. I was losing my Christmas spirit very fast, and I soon muttered obscenities to the dog and to my husband under my breath. And then I started to whine-I was cold, I was tired, I would wait in the car-and my kind hearted husband ended up with both the dog and the baby as we slowly reached the summit. I did relax a little when we found a gorgeous tree (although by then all the trees looked alike), and I slowly dragged the car seat with my daughter down the hill, while my husband had hold of the tree and the dog.

Today marks our tenth trip up that blasted hill, but we are now a family of four and these days I’m an old pro. I know how to dress for the cold so I don’t whine as much (my husband says I still do more than necessary, but the reform process takes time), I know how to best negotiate the steep incline without falling, and I know to leave the dog at home!



11 comments:

  1. You're a trooper! That's a nice family Christmas tradition. We still do the whole artificial tree thing here in my house. I grew up in the Bronx so we were glad to have something easy to get out of the box and put up in our apartment.

    When we were first married, my husband and I did get a lot tree. I still have to listen to my husband telling me that I picked the biggest tree!

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  2. What a nice tradition! We used to pick out a tree and Dad would cut it down, too. But the trees on our farm were all cedar, which really hurt your skin when decorating. So, we finally talked Dad into letting us buy firs at a lot. Then, allergies and prickly needles in the carpet convinced me to go for artificial, and I've been using them ever since. My sister still gets real ones, though.

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  3. I would LOVE to do that! Living in Tucson, we don't really have that option (I don't think anyway). That sounds super fun!

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  4. That's a nice tradition. Hope you get a good one!

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  5. we go out and cut down our tree too! Yesterday was the first year there wasn't snow, so it was much easier than in past years. It's nice to look back on previous years, like when E was a baby and I had to hold her, but yesterday she zipped up and down the rows like an old pro.

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  6. What a nice family tradition. Hope to see some pics of your tree!

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  7. I love this tradition. We were going to do it this year, but decided the kids were too little. I can't wait though. It is good to know you are starting to get the routine down:)

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  8. I tagged you in a christmas meme!

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  9. I think it's a wonderful tradition. I would probably have an issue with it at first too, being from the city. Now I live in a rural area, and while many cut down their own tree, I go pick one out at a lot. Your tradition sounds like a lot of fun! :)

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  11. What wonderful memories you're creating. It does remind me a bit of Christmas vacation though! I'm not a tree cutter at all but cherish the memories of cutting down our trees when I was little.

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