O Christmas Tree

We went and got our Christmas tree this evening. It was delightful. We drive down to Bedford to go to Gale's Garden Center because we love Gale's Garden Center. It's this lovely, laid-back, family owned greenhouse with nice trees and nice prices and very nice staff. Jack had great fun running around amongst the trees, sniffing them almost constantly after we noted that they smelled so very good (there is nothing quite like the smell of a whole greenhouse full of firs. Except perhaps for our living room full of a magnificent Balsam...) Jack's version of sniffing, by the way, involves blowing puffs of air OUT of his nose. Very cute. He was also very, very excited about the little pictures on the signs for each type of tree, which had a little cartoon Santa and reindeer hauling a tree homeward. "Little timmas tree on sign! Tree like mine! Little for me! It has Santa too!" He also kept requesting a "Little tree por my hand." He is very into having things that are little like hin, as we have noted. Luckily he seemed OK with us getting a big tree (a rather big tree, actually-- we had to cut off about 3 inches of the top to get it to fit in the living room.) Much later in our evening travels, he stopped to say, "We have a Timmas tree. Tree on top of Daddy's car!" Pretty exciting stuff.