Thanksgiving was late this year, and I suggested that we go get our trees BEFORE turkey day.  When the suggestions didn't work, I tried begging.   Then, I tried pleading, persuading... But each attempt was utterly unsuccessful.   We made plans to go tree hunting with Papa and Grandma,  AFTER Thanksgiving, and everyone was super excited because we love helping Grandma find the fattest tree in the field.  But, a blizzard foiled that plan, so we ended up at the local tree farm, on the hunt for our trees.  (Tree"S", because of course,  Harps wanted a little tree in her room, and we just can't deny that request.)

We had the obligatory "long needle vs short needle" discussion, and settled on a short needle this year, because we had a long needle last year.  (We didn't have a long needle last year, but for some reason everyone thinks we did.)   We chopped our trees, and threw them in the truck, and brought them home to rest.  

  A few hours later, I was in my happy place.