I may have lived in Lynden Washington now for 4 Christmases but I still think of Oregon as HOME. I get giddy as we cross over the Columbia River on the bridge that separates Washington and Oregon. I cannot even explain it, I just start squealing on the inside. STILL. But I love it. I love going home. I thought I would share some pictures of Christmas at my house in Lynden as well as some in Portland. Northern Washington certainly gets more snow.
So Miles and I have a lot of fun cutting down our Christmas Trees. A LOT OF FUN. I grew up having a fake tree so it is a big deal to me to have a REAL tree now that I am married. I remember Dad taking all three of us kids out to get a tree and it was always wet and cold and one of us would be fighting or have to go to the bathroom (as we were in the middle of no where) and then there was the picking of the right tree- and my poor dad would usually end up cutting down two or three other trees as some poor woman needed his help. By this time he was usually cranky- frozen- and this is not even to the part where they had to strap down the tree to the top of the tank of a Volvo that we had and that was always a chore. Needless to say it was onlya few years of that "nonsense" and Mom and Dad got a FAKE tree. I missed the smell of evergreen of Christmas-but even the fake tree was pretty and the tradition grew that the day after Thanksgiving we could set it all up. That was the fun part.
So Miles and I have a lot of fun cutting down our Christmas Trees. A LOT OF FUN. I grew up having a fake tree so it is a big deal to me to have a REAL tree now that I am married. I remember Dad taking all three of us kids out to get a tree and it was always wet and cold and one of us would be fighting or have to go to the bathroom (as we were in the middle of no where) and then there was the picking of the right tree- and my poor dad would usually end up cutting down two or three other trees as some poor woman needed his help. By this time he was usually cranky- frozen- and this is not even to the part where they had to strap down the tree to the top of the tank of a Volvo that we had and that was always a chore. Needless to say it was onlya few years of that "nonsense" and Mom and Dad got a FAKE tree. I missed the smell of evergreen of Christmas-but even the fake tree was pretty and the tradition grew that the day after Thanksgiving we could set it all up. That was the fun part.
Well, now that I am married we ALWAYS have a REAL tree. We live in the country now so there are beautiful places to cut down trees and so far every year it has been snowing. VERY FUN! Miles and I usually have to find the one with the most personality. Last year we lived in a tiny place and got a very tiny squably looking thing....we named him Charlie because he really was a funny looking tree. Yes, that is right, we even name them.
1st Year 2004-Carol
2nd Year 2005- Chris
3rd Year 2006-Charlie
2nd Year 2005- Chris
3rd Year 2006-Charlie
Every year after Christmas the Boy Scouts come around on the Sat. a week after and pick up the trees that you leave on the sidewalk. Well we left Yule on the sidewalk until a wind storm hit us that night with winds so strong Yule could blow into someones' window. I could not sleep so Miles got up in the middle of the night to throw it in the back of his truck. In the morning Yule was gone. It was pitch black and there is no way that the boy scouts could have seen it in the bed of the truck....Yule was GONE WITH THE WIND. I seriously hope that the dumb tree did not end up inside someone's living room. So funny. Silly tree.