Some of my fav memories are going out and cutting our own tree. We were big on cedar trees when I was little. No one ever cared to see one of those parasites disappear, but they also smelled oh so good in the house, plus omma loved them 9which sorta explains the monster one growing at the corner of the property, a WHOLE LOTTA corner at that.

Spouse and her pop were out when she was little, target shooting. Found a perfect tree, but no saw. New target acquired and her pop shot that sucker off its base at ground level, trimmed it up once they were back home.

In college we once found one veyr nice tree on a walk, only to discover no rope in the car. threw it on the mini-wagion, threw a blanket over, tucked corners in the windows and held on tight for the drive back to town.

But my all time fav tree of all was not a tree. Christmas 82,Texas panhandle, my first exposure to the greed of folks who were selling evergreens in lots ,,, driving away in disgust, took to open road outside of town to calm myself, and then there it was, right in the road .. a quick stop, a fast grab, a few lights and decorations back at the palace and presto, our first, and only, Christmas tumblweed in honor of our first Christmas together.