♫ ♫ O Christmas Tree ♫ ♫

 O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree

Your silver star does glisten bright

Are you sure the pioneers did it this way?

Every December Susan and I go on a Christmas Tree hunt. In the past we usually find one "not so perfect" tree that seems lonely and needs a good home. After all, it is cheaper than a pet. No food to buy, just give it water every couple of days, and in a month or so we either sent it to be recycled or toss it in the woods for the birds to enjoy.

The last couple of years we visited Coopers Tree Farm, a family run business only a few miles away from our Buford home. But this year Susan found a place "up north" about 30-some-miles where there was more variety. On a cold and rainy late afternoon we gathered up Louie and Naomi and headed up some old country back roads. I was thinking that this will be a really cool place. All of sudden we were upon it and the place was nothing like we envisioned. It looked like a lit up "Yuppyville" plopped down in the middle of the boonies. They a had all these rules.... "Don't cut there, go way over there, no - those aren't ready yet, oh - we have someone who can cut it down for you, jump on the wagon for a free ride - you don't have to walk". We gave the place a chance and walked around a bit, but it just didn't work out - after all, all the trees were perfect!

So we packed into to the truck again and drove back to Coopers where Louie and Naomi and Susan and I  found our "not so perfect" trees, which we cut down all by ourselves.... as usual. And, as usual, Susan gathered up a mess of boughs, which were free (they would have charged us at "Yuppieville") so she could decorate the front door. As usual, I set the tree up in the non-cussing tree stand (I bought it a few years ago and it really works - not even a "shucky darn" out of me). And, as usual, Susan and Naomi did a beautiful job of decorating the tree and making door wreaths. I think I was doing something important at the time like watching a football game on TV...... uh, as usual.