Happy first day of Advent, everyone! It is snowing down big, beautiful, fluffy, white flakes outside as I type this and we are beginning this season of expectation and anticipation. Jesus came once, and is coming again.
Yesterday we drove up north of the city to find a cut-your-own tree place. We did this in Connecticut at a really great farm near our house in Hamden and always got the most beautiful trees; it was so much fun. As for Utah, well... I can still say we had a lot of fun.
See all those trees, nestled into beautiful mountains? You would think we would have found a good one, right? In our tree's defense, it did look quite respectable outside in nature where it belongs. We could tell it was a bit sparse looking and probably too big for our living room, but hey, we could just chop some off the top and bottom, right? Well, as we sawed off bits of it, it veered from solidly Christmas-tree-shaped into slightly tragic Charlie Brown territory. Oh well, this is what you risk when you eschew a manufactured perfect tree from a factory, I suppose, and Grace is fully convinced of its beauty and perfection. Here is a very flattering glow-y portrait of our wonky Christmas tree:
So bring on Christmas! I am getting ready for it! And just for the heck of it, here is a song from what is still my very favorite Christmas album. Yes, I know I linked to this 2 years ago. I just can't help myself.