Generally we pick out our tree on the weekend. But we may have stumbled upon a new tradition.
Last night we drove to Evergreen Nursery at 7 pm.
One family was leaving and one couple was wandering the aisles so we had our pick of parking spots.
Yes, it was dark out but the lot was sufficiently lit so you could see if a tree had a big ole bald spot.
Plus we got to chat it up with Mr. Christmas, the only tree bagger/loader attendant on duty.
At least that is what the earnest little kid, who was leaving as we were parking, called out to him, "Thank you Mr. Christmas, thank you."
Because it was a slow weeknight, I got to have a conversation with Mr.Christmas. He said, "I recognized you guys as soon as the Bronco came around the corner. Your husband always brings his gloves and you never need me to do anything but bag and help toss the tree in the truck."
Yep, that's us.
But kinda hysterical that he would remember a couple he sees only once a year.
As I went up to the counter to pay, I asked the gal how many trees they sold on Saturday and she said, "Three hundred and eight-two."
I wonder if Mr. Christmas remembered all the folks that bought them.