Our first real X-mas tree.  − 28 November, 2006

I hadn't had a real X-mas tree since my father chopped one down at Grandot's house when I was about 10. The smell that hits you every time you come home and the lights dancing in front of Isabelle's face is just too good. I'm not sure we will ever buy a fake tree again, unless of course we don't feel like sweeping up pine needles during all of January.