Hi, Happy Friday, Merry Christmas in March!
Growing up, getting the Christmas tree was something that I both looked forward to, and dreaded. My mom would make us hike for hours (literally) in the cold and snow, until she found that perfect tree. By the time she found it, we usually had covered the entire tree farm two or three times. My youngest brother would be crying and throwing sticks, my middle brother would be sulking and trying to walk away from us, and I would be frozen and yelling at my parents. Nothing says “Merry Christmas” like three screaming kids, right?









