I love Christmas time.
The day after Thanksgiving, Christmas comes out at our house. It always takes Clarke a day or two to get into the swing of things, mostly because he hates getting the bins of decroations down and messing up his garage (whatever!). After he gives into the fact that his wife is a Christmas fanatic, he himself gets right into the spirit of things. I caught him spending at least an hour on iTunes making a Christmas CD. We went up to the mountains the Saturday after Thanksgiving in search of the perfect Christmas tree to cut down. We struck out. I think we are Christmas tree nazi's and can't settle for anything less than perfect. After spending hours at different cut-your-own tree farms, we settled for a lot here in Rocklin with pre-cut trees.
At least it is tall, green, shaped perfectly and full.