Growing up, one of our Christmas time traditions was to cut down our own tree. Needless to say, every year we'd have a barren, Charlie Brown christmas tree. To add to our tree's pathetic appearnace, every year my sister Kyra insisted that her kindergarten-made ornament be hung front and center. (Her christmas ornament was a paper plate painted purple, hole punched one the outside with green yarn laced through, and an orange & purple ceramic monkey pasted in the center of the plate). The tree's branches would bend with the load of the ceramic monkey decor. I vowed that I would never have a Charlie Brown tree or tacky ornaments when I had a home of my own.
Well, it's my first Christmas with Chad and guess what we did for a Christmas tree this year...yep, we cut down a tree ourselves. So much for my previous vows. But it gets better, it's not even a real pine- it's a cedar tree. What can I say? The pickings were slim on my parents property.
The tree...
The chainsaw (and my dad's backside)...

The haul...

Chad with his kill (a 10 point christmas tree he called it)...

The happy couple...

My brilliant idea to begin a tradition of making our own ornaments every year. We both agreed that this might be the only year that glitter will be used (especially since this will be our last child-free Christmas).

Some of our homemade ornaments (prettier than a ceramic monkey pasted to a paper plate, right?)...
Me trying to hang ribbon on our tree. Chad said it looked more like a toilet papering job...I agreed. We made the ribbon into some of the above ornaments instead. :)

The final result. Next year we will buy an artificial tree.