We have a number of Christmas traditions at Casa de CV. For example watching Christmas Vacation on Christmas Eve is a given no matter where we are for the holiday.
Another tradition, making the trek up into the mountains to chop down our own tree. Typically, its followed by the Mrs decorating the tree and me decorating the house. It’s reminiscent of the Griswold’s, just to a lesser extent…mostly.
Anyway, thought you might like the highlights from the CV Family Annual Tree Get and Decorate The House Day.
It started with an early (and quite cold morning by California standards) loading up the fam damily in the family truckster and heading up into the mountains. And, even though the farms up in the mountains provide you with a saw, I bring my own. Because a man just feels more like a man with his own saw.
- As we hike the mountain, there’s the inevitable “Let’s just go a little further up the hill” comment.
- Followed by, “How about this one?”
“Nah. Let’s keep looking for a bit.”
- “Honey, how about this one?”
“No, you know I don’t like the big ones…that’s why I married you CV! Ha Ha Ha Ha”
- And, then we saw it. “This. Is. The. One.”
Saw, saw, saw, saw, saw….TIMBER!
- “Um Dad, do you think that’ll fit in the truck?”
“Really? Have we ever had that problem before? Umm, don’t answer that.”
Upon arriving home, it’s now time for me to trim the tree to a precise height that, when in the heavy duty stand (I said doody), it is just short of the ceiling so the angle clears by a mere quarter inch. In other words, I need to cut typically about 3-4 feet off the bottom. More saw action.
- Kid 2, “I like our tree this year, but I’d rather have a Charlie Brown tree.”
“When you have your own family you can get whatever tree you want.” – Me
Now that the tree is up in the house. My indoor job is done. Time for the Mrs to do the
boring critically important decorating of the tree. Me…I’m off to implement my degree in Exterior Illumination!
First things first. Gonna need me a few of these.
Next stop…box 1 of 2.
Given how carefully I put the mass amounts of lights away last year, I’m likely to need more of these.
OK, what could possibly go wrong combining having just downed beer (btw “beer” is plural), a two-story house, a ladder and 250 feet of extension cords?
Flash forward a couple hours…
With that it turns out that the “V” stands for VICTORY! And, I didn’t fall off the roof once!
Merry Christmas (or Happy Holidays if that floats your boat better).