Hauled our cookies out to Half Moon Bay this morning for our annual Christmas Tree Hunt.
Ended up at Santa's Farm again because the kids love the decrepit old man that plays Santa, and the weird "Christmas Bear" in the dingy old used-to-be-white-about-10-years-ago suit, and the rickety old holiday train that clinks and clanks around the lot blasting Christmas music from it's crackling speakers at maximum volume and serving up free (warm...ish) apple cider and $1 (mostly stale) popcorn. (Hey, you know, who am I to judge?)
The greatest thing about this lot, though, is that we've done this particular one for a couple of years in a row now, so we've got that thing down. It's like the mall at this point, man. We know exactly where the Douglas Firs and Grand Firs and Monterrey Pines are. We know exactly which fields got plowed last year, which way to head for the best crop, which port-a-potty is usual used least, and which back roads all the crazy first timers are gonna congest trying to get to the fake snow machine first.So, we were in and out of there like nothing today. And although the pickings were a little slim this year, we all agreed we picked a real winner. Can't wait to get her all dolled up tomorrow.
The house already smells like Christmas. And despite the changes in our lives this year, we're all still here, and all still healthy, and that's more than I expected 5 months ago. So there.CLICK HERE FOR THE WHOLE XMAS TREE HUNTING EXTRAVAGANZA
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It's hard to be good year-round. But Christmas and New Year's are a time where we can put all the bullshit aside, forgive and be forgiven, let the world know we love it (without being accused of being sappy or a hippy), be our better selves (thank you, Oprah!), magically transform the world, be kids again. This is a good lesson to teach, too. I'm glad you limited the discipline to not letting them test.
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