Post of Christmas Past #2

Three years of picking the perfect tree at the Christmas tree farm. Jack's breakfast before we left, trivia on the way there, Sufjan Christmas songs and eventually classic mom Christmas music, pictures with a scary Santa, apple cider and knickknacks everywhere. These days were always packed with things to do, but they were still endlessly enjoyable. I was able to spend time with some wonderful people, walk in and out of tree after tree after tree, and sip cider while the warm steam thawed my lips and cheeks.