It's official. It's Christmas.
We finally (finally) have our tree.
After spending an entire Sunday driving around the greater Capital Region looking for what I now know is the ungettable-get -- note: an affordable, yet large and wonderful-smelling, real Christmas tree -- I finally gave in an forked-over a whopping $45 for Big Vick over here.
(As a side note, we -- er, well actually just me -- decided to name the tree Victor. I wanted something regal that conveyed a sense of its grand space-eating presence.)
Now, the ole' country girl in me who grew up watching her father cut down our family Christmas trees in the middle of nowhere for $15 cringes every time I think of the cold cash we handed over. But we were getting desperate.
The sun was starting to set and our last available weekend before my entire family descends on our house for Christmas was quickly fading away like our hopes of finding a cheap tree. We had just about given up when we drove past a West Sand Lake Kiwanis club road-side stand selling these beautiful local trees.
A huge sign next to the modest, yet great selection of trees, read, "All proceeds benefit local charities."
I looked at the guy. He looked at me and nodded. Sold.
We're happy to know that if we had to pay so much that at least it was going to a good cause and to our community neighbors who were more than appreciative of our purchase. Plus, I'm just going to tell my family to think of ole' Big Vick as their Christmas present from me and the guy.
No, really. That's it.
I kid, I kid.
Would you pay $45 for a freshly cut local evergreen this holiday season? Or are we plan crazy?
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