Pigs And Xmas Trees

So it’s the Christmas season and we made our annual trek to Motley’s Christmas Tree Farm and Seasonal Extravaganza. Abby always wants to ride the cow train until she actually gets seated in one of the cows.

Selecting and cutting down your own tree is a lot of fun. The kind of fun I’ll never experience again unless we move to the Pacific Northwest. Gina has dropped the whole notion of actually choosing a locally grown Christmas tree and looks exclusively for those perfect trees that must be shipped in from farther north. Luckily for Motley’s they have an excellent selection of freshly hauled-in foreign trees.

The petting zoo is always fun. Gina loved the little pig wearing a sweater. Abby wouldn’t go near it. I failed utterly in my attempt to get an interesting photo of pig races. (I know, how is that different from the other photos on here? Very funny.)

Then it was home to put up and decorate the tree. Bad picture of me, but good picture of Abby.

These guys guard the living room from their sentry post on the mantle.

Abby’s offensive line.

Wine and hot dogs. We like to mix things up during the holidays.

Playing with whatever that red stuff is has been Abby’s favorite part of Christmas tree day for the last three years.

Abby stalking the wily tree lion to capture his elusive image.