The Griswold Family Christmas

One of the things I have been busting, like seriously BUSTING, to do since arriving in the US, is to engage in the chop your own Christmas tree experience. I don't think we have them at home and there definitely weren't any large plantations in central London.




Each time I have driven past Santa's Christmas Tree Farm near Half Moon Bay, I crane my neck and long for November. In a quirky twist of fate, our car bit the dust a few weeks ago and one of our lovely friends was kind enough to lend us her ute. So, it wasn't a wood grain station wagon, but it was enough to help us fulfil this quirky little dream.

We turned up, grabbed our saw and after a few lovely hours walking amongst the fir tress, we found the one we wanted to kill. It was a beautiful thing.



A few hours later, the spiced cider was downed, the glass baubles were up and Christmas had begun.