Oh, Christmas Tree!

Every Christmas needs a tree. This year, with the rest of the family heading west to Rossland, we were determined to get a tree for the house. The local hardware store was selling trees, and we watched the supply dwindle until there were none left and we were left with no choice but to go hunting for a tree ourselves. Naturally, this happened under the cover of darkness three days before Christmas


I found a saw in the basement, and we all headed out in Roxanne's '88 Celica to find us a little piece of Christmas. Here is the photo play-by-play of our late night adventure:

Hip-deep snow is ideal for tree hunting!

This tree is just a little too Charlie-Brown-Christmas. Let's keep hunting!

This tree should do!

To infinity, and beyond!

The face of a lumberjack.

Roxanne lifts a branch. Garth lifts a tree. Well done, team!

I can lift a whole tree! While wearing insulated coveralls! Awesome.

The Selkirk sisters: Keeping Christmas sexy.

It fits!

I'm really excited to be sharing the back seat with our tree!

Chris's knee prevented him from coming on the hunt, so he does his part by figuring out the intricacies of the  tree stand.

Icicles! From Wooco! There is a good chance these are older than I am.

The finished product! Sure it's a little bald on top, but it's really the adventure that counts!

My favourite Christmas ornament!

The Christmas tree star...A Selkirk family tradition for 50 years! We inherited the star to replace the impish angel that tried to light the tree on fire on Christmas.