We took our annual trip to the tree farm to cut our tree. Although there were some happy moments to be had by the family:
There was also a lot of teen attitude (Henry had a cold and Clara really wanted to stay home):
It was a far cry from last year, as described in this post and pictured here:
But I trust that, in time, they will remember it fondly. And I hope that someday they will bring their kids to the same tree farm and tell them about all the fun they had coming. Because that's how traditions start, I think.