Getting a Christmas Tree

Finding a Christmas tree here in Sweden is not the typical, go to the nearest plant nursery and pick out your favorite. No, here it is a tradition to steal the tree from some one elses land (but don't get caught). What we do is go out to the house in the woods (the one we use to live in) and search the land that belongs to Andreas's grandparents, uncle and father. So we don't stick closely to the stealing tradition (makes me wonder how many other people come to our land and take trees).

So on a snowy weekend we went in search of our tree. First we had to get Samuel to actually walk through the snow and not crawl (slows the process down just a little, not to mention the moose poop that is out there). Then we tried our best to find a tree that didn't look like a Charlie Brown tree (with no avail). Yes, I am doomed to a Charlie Brown Christmas once again. You can see straight through the tree, but it is pretty! I picked out the tree this year and Sam and Andreas cut it down. (the pictures below and in the reverse order, but enjoy our adventure).


Andreas accomplished the cutting and tying it to the car.

Sam and Andreas cutting the tree.

Before the cutting.

Sam rolling in the snow, and who knows what else.

Samuel taking a little sleigh ride down our hill, he liked the down more than the up (imagine that).