Christmas tree hunt

It is tradition in our house to bring home the Christmas tree the weekend after Thanksgiving. Today was the day. Sunny and beautiful. While everyone else fought over parking spaces at the mall, we went up into the Santa Cruz mountains hunting for our tree. I think you can tell from the pictures below that Max was having a great time running around in the forest, helping Dad to choose a tree. Max suggested a few that would be a perfect size for the White House or possibly Times Square. We left with a nice little Noble fir, more in size for our petite house. Tomorrow is decorating day!