This week Matthew and I bundled up and trudged through a snowy pine forest clutching thermoses of piping hot chocolate as we searched for our perfect Christmas tree. We found that perfect tree in a little clearing, with a ray of soft light shining upon it, as if lit by some celestial glow. And there was a red cardinal sitting in one of the branches, and little bunnies hopping around beneath its boughs, and I swear I heard a choir softly singing Christmas carols from a nearby church. So we chopped down our little tree and dragged it home, Gracie and Cooper bounding happily off-leash beside us, not even bothering the bunnies or the cardinal—because it’s Christmas now, after all.
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Oh. That’s actually not how it happened. What DID happen was we went to one of those Christmas tree tents and it was like 65 degrees out, and we were kind of sweating, and we saw other people with dogs there but Gracie and Cooper aren’t allowed out in public and certainly not off-leash (and if there were any birds or bunnies nearby they’d be dead meat before they could say “’tis the season”).
But it was still really nice. And the weather has taken a cooler turn, and things are feeling and looking rather festive around here. Below is a beautiful song I keep hearing on Pandora’s Christmas Radio, and a few sneak peek photos of the house to go along with it. :) Hope you all had a really nice weekend!
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