I haven't played along with HS, MS, HS in quite some time. All the online classes and projects have taken up my creative time. But I check in every day, and this so fits into the Christmas Journal mode. Today's prompt is tradition: The passing of customs or beliefs from one generation to another.We have a lot of them, and most are sequential. Here's the first, which always happens the weekend after Thanksgiving. We've been doing it for years.
There have been a few years when it was pouring rain that we decided to buy a tree already cut, but they have been few and far between. Tramping around the tree farm searching for the "perfect" tree (even in the cold and snow) is a family pleasure. Even as adults, if the kids are home, they come to help and add their words of advice. This year there was no snow, and we tried a new tree farm. I think we found the perfect tree this year, but we have some pretty amusing stories of trees that didn't turn out quite so perfectly when we got them home and set up. You can see the undecorated tree in our living room in the post below.
