Well, we hauled in the tree finally. We held a vote and it was 2-0 against walking down the three blocks to the tree lot and carrying our tree home like we did last year. Hey, it's 4 below! So we wimped out and drove.
The same guy was there selling trees, which pleased Henry who added him to our Christmas tradition narrative. Henry had a tree picked out from driving by the lot every day on the school bus, but it turned out to be a Noble costing $50. So we went to the rear of the lot and got a Doug fir for $25.
It's so cold that the tree was all closed up and let off a brisk cold draft once we got it home and put up. It's now opening up and shedding wildly. It smells really weird - Henry said it's like an orange, and to me it's a little like a sulfurous natural gas smell. The primary reason I get a tree is for the wonderfully evocative scent, so this is a major bummer so far. Hopefully it will get in line and smell the way it's supposed to.
I love to have a tree in the house. First without lights - just a natural tree there in the corner. Then with the lights on, then all the ornaments. I love to sit in the dark next to the lit tree, sipping eggnog with something in it and enjoying the soft glow.
The lighting and trimming are scheduled for this weekend. This tree is so bushy and dense that it might be hard to decorate. The ornaments will look like they're stuck to it with velcro. Maybe I'll just leave it au naturale this year. More time to knit! 
If you look closely you can see the cats in their customary position each time we get a Christmas tree. Not sure what they're waiting for but they sit there all day...
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