Sunday, 14 December 2008

Tis the season to get a Tree

I harken back (good Christmas word) to a time in Indiana when we would traverse the countryside to cut down a Christmas tree to fill the family room in our New Palestine house. Poor Marshall Sr. would end up dragging some monstrosity of a tree that would not come anywhere close to fitting in or on the car. Today, we had a whole new tree adventure.

After church, we loaded into the Merc for a drive to Elveden Estates & Farm. It is known for their Christmas festivity. We arrived and had a quick lunch. They had a nice warm cafe but the kids preferred burgers from the grill in the courtyard. From there we then made our way to select our tree. Lucky for us, the tree elf pops out of nowhere to help us with our tree selections. The elves seemed to be all over the place and they seemed to chase each other a good bit. MJ and I then carried our tree to the baler. When it is nice and wrapped, we throw twenty quid to the tree man and proceed to queue up for the haul to the car.
This is the memorable part where dad gets a break. The Newfoundland society of East Anglia brings their dogs in as a fundraiser to support the society. The trees are loaded onto sleighs (OK, it was actually a wagon because mud was everywhere but the sleigh theme makes it a little more idyllic).

Shown here is Duffy, our reindog. She was sweet and laid back and just went about her work. The kids loved it. I'll attach the picture on the right so that you can see that we have gone native. Here is Vivian in her Wellies. Whenever you head places that are wet or muddy, you take your wellies. Maggie has the pink set see on the left. This is a staple if you are going to live here.


Lastly, we'll add a chapter to this blog session. Last weekend was the PPD Christmas Party. It was a James Bond Casino night theme, complete with fake money and gaming tables. We had an excellent time. Vivian is looking smashing as a bond girl. I'd like to say I pulled of my best James Bond but if we really want to be honest, I am more of a Q. Oh well, I am one hair transplant and a set of six pack abs away from the real James. Maybe next year.

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