We had been planning for quite some time to visit the Crest Ranch Christmas Tree Farm on December 2. However, the weather in the bay area was quite uncharacteristically wet, rainy and cold and we were not sure it was going to happen. The Fire Antz soccer game was cancelled the day before due to rain. When we woke up on the 2nd the rain was so heavy, it was like being back in South Carolina. But God smiled down on us. Quite literally, in fact. The rain stopped while we were in church and by the time we got home, the clouds, which had been there for what felt like forever, were starting to clear, giving way to the bright shining sun. Karie and I had basically resigned ourselves to laying around the house. (a.k.a. preparing for the upcoming wedding of Karie’s sister Annie, cleaning the house, Karie preparing for finals, online shopping for Christmas gifts, more cleaning the house, doing the dishes, taking out the trash, cleaning the garage, etc, etc, etc.) I was really disappointed because we had committed the rest of our weekends in December to various activities with friends and family and I realized we had no other good opportunity to continue the family tradition of cutting down our own tree.
Despite having two tired boys, with two exhausted parents, we had such a great time. In fact, by the time we reached the farm, the weather had cleared so much that there was not a cloud in the sky and, despite my expectations of sloppy mud, it was safe to walk around the farm looking for the perfect tree.
It normally takes us forever to find “the perfect” anything. Karie and I have lived the misery of having to find and the excitement of actually discovering “the perfect” wedding invitations, couches, dishes, glasses, silverware, and the list goes on and on. We know that we go together, to borrow a phrase from Harry Connick, Jr., like a wink and smile and we tend to look at “the perfect” thing we’re looking for and instantly have the same “That’s it!” reaction.
I expected this to be another instance of walking around the Christmas tree farm for hours until we found the right tree. This time it happened really quickly. Then Mikey and I got to work cutting it down. Mason supervised. After several minutes, Mikey gave it a try alone and then Karie even got in on the action. When it was all said and done, Mikey yelled, “Timber!” The tree fell and we carted it back to the farmhouse so it could be wrapped up. Then we tied it to the top of the tree and shared some hot chocolate and apple cider in front of a fireplace. The boys climbed around in the small tree houses for a while and then we were back to the house.
The weather was perfect and we couldn’t be happier with the tree we chose. I didn’t even have to cut off any of it to get it in the house like last year.