Last night Zach and I went in to town to get groceries and pick out a tree. I ended up with a gorgeous 8ft tall Frasier Fir which is my favorite kind of tree. This morning my house smells glorious.
As an aside, the funny part about this story is that we pulled into the farm store, Runnings, and they had trees. I’d relegated myself to knowing I’d be getting one at Wal-Mart and I’ve never had good luck with their trees. I tell Zach, “Look! There are Christmas trees here!” He says something to the effect of well you can get one here, then, and I’m like, “No. You can’t buy a tree at the first place you go to!” Then it happend. I fell in love. With the first tree. I saw.
So back to the original intent here- How do you make a Cowboy Christmas Tree?
To begin, you have to play Christmas music!