I must confess, I thought our excursion to find Sawyer's first real Christmas tree would go a little differently. Something like the wonder-filled, awed-by-merely-the-atmosphere-of-Christmas, illuminated-face-lit-by-the-magic-of-Christmas image that you'd find on a Hallmark card. But we lost Sawyer as we drove past Petsmart and he cried out "Shishi," thinking we were going to look at the fishies, and after we brought him back to earth from that notion, he ran right past the rows of trees to the snow shovels, then through two sliding doors to the lawn mowers, heck he even bee-lined it for the fertilizer. I realize that Lowe's is not the most magical, Christmas-y place to search out a tree, but I had hoped for at least some kind of acknowledgement that there were trees in the building.
Finally, we rounded up all the scattered bits of his attention with a wheely cart that he could push the tree on and really fired up the Christmas spirit when we hoisted him high enough to watch the trunk get trimmed with a chainsaw. But the real magic of the trip? That was when we loaded our 6-ft plus Christmas into the back of our car, bungeed the top down, and walked over to Petsmart to see all the fish.
For the record, Jeff and I are in love with the fabulous, most evenly-shaped tree that we picked out ourselves. It's pretty grand.
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