Today, I'm grateful for Christmas trees. Love the holiday altogether, but I'm pretty fond of just the tree. It's the little things right?
It seems that nearly every year when Christmas season rolls around, I whine and complain about taking care of a live tree; the sap, the needles, the re-watering every day. But, my darling husband refuses to invest in a fake tree despite my pleading. So yesterday we spent the afternoon putting up our (live) tree and after scraping the sap off my hands and arms and vacumming needles off the floor and dealing with the fact that it's a bit lop-sided, I silently regretting that I wished for a fake tree. That pine-y woods-y scent of a live tree screams "Christmas" every time. I don't care who ya are, that's something you just can't get from a candle!