Our family Christmas tree.

Every year Keegan, Cole and I brave the cold to find our 'perfect' Christmas tree. (Our tree has never been perfect but we love finding the one we love, cutting it down, trimming it with all of mismatched ornaments, listening to traditional Christmas carols, and rearranging our house to accommodate our tree.) We have 14' ceilings in the house that we build and this year we had to trim 2' off the top of our tree to make it fit.) The snow was falling and the temperature was still bearable when we started our adventure.

Keegan and Cole were 'skating' down our driveway to get the saw and start our hike up to the top of our property.



Our hike started out gradually and then Keegan left me and Cole far behind as it became steeper and steeper.

Keegan found our tree on a very steep grade. We were sawing it at eye level while standing precariously on a rock in order to get high enough. After about half an hour of sawing Keegan finally got through the trunk and it fell. When it fell we all heard a lot of snapping and realized that ALL, and I mean every single one, the branches on half of the tree broke off.

Here is a photo of Keegan as the tree was falling.

The great thing about the steep hill was that it was easy to drag the tree down to our home. Well, it actually slid down a bit of it and Keegan pulled it the rest of the way.

Over our fence.
Except for the last few feet for this photo.


Choosing our Christmas tree and getting it to our home is one of the reasons why I love living in Montana. It is the quintessential Christmas thing to do.

Then I love sitting by it in the mornings and enjoying the decorations and lights.

Have a merry holiday season!!!