Date: Saturday, December 11, 2010
Time: 12:15 pm
Where: Hatfield, MA
What: Annual Christmas Tree Search
I remember when my daughters were young enough to relish the annual search for our Christmas tree. They would run up and down every row and assess each prospect, giggling all the way. They always wanted the biggest one on the lot forgetting--or not caring--that our living room was quite small. Those days are long gone. This tradition is now a parent-only activity that is much less joyous and much more practical. Don't get me wrong; we still have fun. But finding the perfect tree is now a chore rather than a family adventure. Oh, and the girls still have high expectations on what our tree should look like and never fail to give it a thumbs up or down, depending on the year. The critics--my daughters--would have loved the tree farm we were "forced" to visit since the father-and-son team who we usually buy from didn't open their business this year. Change can be a good thing. On a gorgeous track of land in the hills of Hatfield, we found "the" tree. Hopefully, the girls will agree.
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