O Christmas Tree

When I moved to Utah in 4th grade we were only supposed to live here for a year as an "adventure". My parents came out to Park City for their friends 40th birthday party at Deer Valley and were sitting on Main Street, eating dinner and they decided to make the move. We lived in Phoenix, Arizona for practically my whole life at that point. When they came home and told us the news I was the only one up for it.

We sold our house in the matter of weeks and found a new house in Park City. Since we were only supposed to live here for a year, we did everything to make the most of the snow and the mountains. Our first Christmas we wanted to spend here, breaking the tradition of the holidays at my grandparents. To get our Christmas tree we drove into the Unitas to cut down a tree as FFF (forced family fun) as my mom likes to call it. A new tradition was born!

Driving home with a tired dog and a Christmas tree on the roof.
My photo.

We usually went Christmas tree shopping/chopping with out family friends, the Radovans but this year we went with my parents other friends. Since my sister left for college and wasn't with us to cut down our tree, I got to bring a friend. I like to cut a small tree to put in my room and decorate to set my room up in the holiday mood. It was my job to find my tree and my dad and brother set off to find the main tree while my mom brought out the hot chocolate and toppings.

When I got home, I went upstairs and set my tree up. It had lights and ornaments and was topped with an angel. I put my six foot tall tree in the corner of my room with some water and let its smell fill the room!

The tree at my Grandparents house in Arizona featuring my cousin, Cole.

Next year if you want to cut down a tree of your own, got to this site and look under permit information.