We headed to the country to find the perfect Christmas tree. Normally this family tradition takes a long trek around the tree farm and much discussion and debate before the perfect tree is found.

This year the search was much shorter. My three brothers could not make it, my parents had already put up their main tree, and we were more aware of the freezing cold now that we had an eleven month old. We still found the perfect tree, or at least what we thought was the perfect tree, and EJ had a blast petting the farm animals and riding the hay wagon.