I love the holidays. To me, Christmas is a time to celebrate with my family and DIY the heck out of my house! We all know the Christmas tree is the focal point of any holiday home decor. I’ve done the pre-cut tree lot tree and the planted in a pot living tree, so this year I was determined to do the unthinkable in Los Angeles (or so I thought)…cut down my own Christmas tree!
Growing up in La la land, you tend to believe that trees come perfectly flocked and grouped together, pre-cut on a corner lot in Beverly Hills with a whopping price tag of $150 plus. I wanted out of that illusion, but never thought it was possible. Well, this year I did research and found an actual Christmas tree farm just 40 minutes outside of LA! Dean was participating in a celebrity charity golfing tournament, but the excited kid in me couldn’t wait to cut down our tree, so I packed up the kids and headed to the farm.
When we arrived we weren’t given much direction. We were told to grab saws…
…and head up the hill!
As we headed up and over the hill into miles of Christmas trees, I might have wondered…was this smart?
There were literally miles of trees of all shapes and sizes. So many worked, but none were perfect.
Forty-five minutes later, as the sun was just starting to set and I realized we were all alone amidst hundreds of trees, I thought to myself…is this safe? I reassured myself with the realization that no one would, in good conscience, harm a saw-wielding woman and her two toddlers cutting down their own Christmas tree weeks before the holiest day of the year. Then, not at all reassured by that realization, I closed my eyes and quickly pointed to the first tree in front of me and squealed, “Look kids, the perfect tree!” Was it perfect? No. However it did have only one major bald spot, which was a win-win, as it was surrounded by miles of misshaped firs. We had a winner!
Here’s a video of our tree!
And, then the cutting down of our tree Pinocchio Stinky Toes McDermott began!
I got down on my hands and knees and started sawing away.
And sawing…the saw, more like a nail file, was barely going through the trunk.
But, I kept at it. Half determined because I wanted to get out of there before the Christmas tree farm maniac jumped out from behind one of the many Charlie Brown trees and hacked us all to pieces, and half because Dean had gone golfing (I let it slide cause it was for charity!), and I wanted to show him what mama could do on her own! Cut down my own tree, take care of three kids, and dinner is on the table by six… What? Like that’s hard?!?
The kids were very patient with me as I huffed and puffed, broke a sweat, and spelled out curse words at a tree trunk.
Video of me still at it!
Half way through!
That’s my victory dance!
Tree down and the kids congratulating me on a job well done! And they really just wanted to get back to the bottom of the hill, so they could have hot cocoa.
Proof is in the pudding…I mean stump!
Here we are headed back with the newest member of our family!
Hauling our tree back to our car.
The kids waited by the fire drinking hot cocoa.
While PSTM aka Pinocchio Stinky Toes McDermott got what the farm called a “butt trim”
Then, a man at the farm strapped our tree to the top of our car.
And away we went!
Although I came home with two broken nails, a spider in my extensions, and a few needles in my buttocks, I have to admit that cutting down your own Christmas tree for your family is a highly rewarding experience! I now have a personal connection to our tree and it means so much more to us because we literally had to work for it. Plus, the kids and I will laugh at the visual of me on my hands and knees sawing at a tree for years to come!
Stay tuned to see the picTORIal of us decorating our tree! Where did you get your tree this year? Share your story in the comments below!
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