O Christmas Tree

The girls were almost to the point of begging for a Christmas tree - we moved the first weekend of December, which meant that if we didn't get the tree the next weekend, Christmas might be treeless. Not okay!  

Catherine Ellis would ask me every evening when I picked her up from school as we wizzed by houses all decorated and lit up "Mama, is Christmas going to happen at our house this year?"  Yes, indeed, my child.

Since we were a week before Christmas the pickins' were slim, but the Boy Scouts lot in Vestavia didn't disappoint - it was our last stop after dismal results of finding "the tree."

Yay for Boy Scouts and the biggest Christmas tree in our family ... yet!  Topping out at 10 feet, she was a beauty!  Good things come to those who wait, thank goodness.