It must be Christmas ... I mean, don't pay attention to the lack of snow, the gale force winds, the thunderstorms (yes, I said thunderstorms) or the spring jacket that I'm wearing.
Instead, focus on the cryptically priced Canaan Fir tree that I'm killing while my son and wife look on. And focus on Henry's winter boots, jacket, and hat (which he can put on himself, thank you very much!)
We jumped in Papa Thornburg's enormous F-350 (with dual-ies ... did I spend that right?) and motored over to the Xenia / Yellow Springs area to Young's tree farm (also known as Young's dairy, Young's petting zoo, and Young's Fake-Amish-Beard-a-go-go). Although we were told by less than reliable meteorological sources (I'm looking at you, Gaga) that the rain would be letting up, it misted on us through the entire tree procurement process.
Thankfully the weather decided to erupt only after we had paid, picked up our hot chocolate and popcorn, and jumped back in the truck.
We also got to see Henry's Great Grandma (Gaga) Ida (which he pronounces "Ider")
Whew! Christmas!
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A superb family tradition!
We remember the Prince's first Christmas tree outing... he was squeezed into the Baby Bjorn and was lookin so cute... your tree that year was hilariously huge... glad you found a tame one this year.
See you next weekend!
-The up north crew
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