O Christmas Treat. . I mean, Tree. . .

We went on our annual Christmas Tree Hunt for FHE, fighting off the bitter Rexburg wind and snow as we trudged up mountainous terrain, lugging our freshly sharpened axe and our trusty rope to find our one true and living Idaho d'Evegnee Family Christmas Tree!  Okay. . . that's a slight hint at hyperbole.  Just take away the fighting and the trudging and the lugging and add a warm greenhouse, gallons of hot chocolate and piles of candy canes and you'll have it just about right.  We drank enough cocoa to help justify the outrageous cost of our fresh pine, and letting the kids run around in circles around the choice of trees, fueled by their sugar high is cute enough to motivate us to come back each year to the same little Idahoan nursery.  We also have a tradition of donning festive hats, which only makes the ruckus even more charmingly Dickensesque--in a Gymboree sort of way.