One of the best things I love about Christmas time is having a real Christmas tree.  I never understood getting a fake tree.  It doesn’t smell like Christmas.  It smells, like, nothing really.  Thanks to Kristin and Ardy (Kelly’s sister and her husband), we tagged along with them on their yearly trips to cut their tree down from a Christmas tree farm.  We’ve been doing it every year since we met, with the exception of the year we got married because we were on our Honeymoon when they went (we were ok not going since we spent two weeks in a Mexican paradise).  This year the Murphy’s joined us and hopefully we turned them onto this great tradition in which you destroy nature for pure amusement and joy…..it actually sounds kind of bad now that I think about it.