The Tree That Shall Not be Named

Two days after we cut the tree we managed to get it in the house. Two days later we managed to decorate it.

We only put on a few of our ornaments, because our tree isn't quite studly enough for many more.

Unlike last year, the kids did not name our tree. It's a poor sad tree that doesn't even get a name. Cutting our own tree seems to be losing a bit of it's charm.

After a little research it was determined it was Ethan's turn to put the angel on the tree. We also realized that this may be his last turn with this family tradition, as it comes only once every four years for each child. Ethan insisted Michael lift him up to crown the tree.

Michael obliged, although he may have wished he hadn't. It took several minutes to get enough branches bunched together to even support the angel. They managed though and the angel is proudly gracing our Christmas sapling.

For context, Michael is 6 feet tall, Ethan is slightly taller than that, and our ceiling is 7.5 feet tall.