O Tannenbaum

We rounded out Thanksgiving weekend by our first New York stab at cutting down our own Christmas tree. I picked Matt's Christmas Tree Farm on Long Island, primarily because a couple websites told me (1) it is the closest tree farm to the city and (2) the people there will provide saws and tie the tree to the car for you. All of those things were true, and since my fatalistic predictions that we would have to saw off the top for the tree to fit inside our apartment didn't come true, we now have a lovely (and large) tree.

(You sure look good in that minivan, honey.)

The next night, we set the kids to work decorating. Notice how Hyrum's arm is blurry? Yes, his preferred decorating method mainly consisted of pitching ornaments in the general direction of the tree. He was immediately banned from all future tree or ornament contact in 2011.

At four years old, Evelyn has it down pat.

John and I finally finished it off Sunday night while listening to the First Presidency Christmas Devotional. I think we're going to try to make final decorating + present wrapping during the devotional an annual thing. It was the perfect way to finish getting into the spirit of the season.