I remember visiting the Christmas tree lots as a kid. It was fun. Seems like there was always a fire in a 50 gallon drum and some guys living out of a camper. But it was still fun. My sister and I usually got to choose, with a very critical eye from a perfectionist father to make sure he guided us to the one that we should choose. We would point to it and the camper guy would untie it and put it on top of our car and home we would go.

Now that is not a bad memory, but in all honesty it comes up way short when compared to the experience that is available today… to you and your kids.

A couple of years ago, I decided to check out the whole “Cut your own” program. The Hampton Inn of Wilkesboro and Holiday Inn Express of Wilkesboro had joined with a tree farm to offer a great deal on a “package stay” that included all kinds of fun stuff and a Christmas tree from the farm. Since I live in Wilkes, I didn’t need the hotel room, but I wanted to do the whole farm thing. So, early on the Saturday morning after Thanksgiving, my brother and I loaded up the wives and kids and headed up the mountain. The drive was fun and the views were wonderful. We carried along some hot chocolate and snacks and made the entire trip an adventure.

We arrived at the farm and knew right away that we were in for some serious Christmas fun. The barn at the bottom of the hill was decked out as a Christmas store with lots of items made from the trees and other seasonal necessities. We gave the man our tree voucher and soon he had us on a hayride to the top of the mountain on our search for the perfect Christmas tree. The ride was bumpy and fun! We sang carols and drank our hot chocolate all the way to the top. I believe we sang Jingle Bells and Frosty until I was “sung out”.

At the top of the mountain, our ride came to an end and the search began. The kids found their mountain legs quickly and began the hunt for a tree that needed a home. The laughing and squealing and running will always be part of me, for the rest of my life. We were blessed that it had snowed before we arrived and the ground was white and the trees looked absolutely beautiful. The smell of pine was thick in the air and everything was right at that moment. I stood there and let my senses take it all in. The cool, crisp November air, the scent of Christmas trees, the crunching snow under my feet, the prickly branches of the Frazier Firs and the joyful noise of children running through rows of perfectly manicured trees. That my friends cannot be found on the Christmas tree lot!

After some wonderful time of throwing snow and chasing children, we settled in on finding the tree that would adorn our home as our family remembers the coming of God’s only Son. It didn’t take long, as each tree seemed to be perfect. We identified out tree and our host for the hayride came over and handed me a saw and let me do the honors. Afterward, we loaded up for the ride down the mountain. “Hot” hot chocolate was awaiting our arrival and I enjoyed a cup while we loaded the tree on the top of our car. We listened to Amy Grant’s Christmas songs all the way down the mountain and we knew that Christmas had officially begun at our home.

We are already making plans for our trip up the mountain this year. Maybe we will hit the Daniel Boone Inn for some breakfast before we make the hayride up the mountain. I don’t know the details yet, but this I am sure of, memories will be made and another Christmas will be made special by a trip up to the farm and cutting the perfect Christmas tree. May you and yours have a blessed holiday season. If you make the trip up to the farm, you will not be disappointed. Pack a little patience and let the kids be kids. Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!

Preferred Tree Farm- www.greenepinefarm.com