Chris and I bundled up after Scarlett's party on Saturday, stepped outside ready to pick the perfect tree to fill our house with the aroma of the season, only to shed layer after layer as we stepped into what felt like a summer night.
I look forward to this night every year. There is something so magical about stepping onto a tree lot, scarf wrapped tight around my neck, surrounded by the sight, smell and aura of the Christmas season. But this night we brought in a baby sitter, stepped into to seemingly summer air, rushed to the tree lot, picked one that had the least amount of dead needles, strapped it on the car, got McDonalds for dinner and rushed home in time to put Scarlett to bed. Not quite the night I had been imagining.
Luckily with one plug in the wall the magic was rekindled. Add some ribbon, a few ornaments, and an angel on top and Christmas is in full bloom in the Becher household.
