From Grinch to Griswold | The Tall Tale of a Tree

t is no secret that I am the Grinch of the Olive Shoe. Actually I am a Grinch in most circles. I am not so cold-hearted that I try to stomp on other’s joy. On the contrary, I try to give my children happy and fun Christmas memories with decor, local activities, and traditions to boot. Christmas is not and has never been a holiday I have enjoyed for a variety of reasons. One of the few things I enjoy about Christmas is decorating the tree and hanging of the lights. This year we took the tree to a whole new level and now I feel like we are the Griswolds!

Finding the Tree – This year we decided to get a larger tree since we have a lofted second floor in our house. It is really built perfectly for a large Christmas tree. So my family and I went to a local tree farm to cut down our own tree. Most of the local places were very expensive and we didn’t want to spend an arm and a leg for the tree. The local farm was great. They had a variety of trees, great prices, and sizes. As we were looking at the trees my husband and I were egging each other on with which tree to get. Each daring the other for a bigger tree. At the end of the day we came home with a fifteen foot tree!


{Picture taken by Lauren Cop of our tree measurements}

Driving the Tree – My husband and several people who worked on the farm strapped the tree to our car. As we got off the dirt road and onto the main road the tree began to slide off the back of the car. So we pulled over and realized the front string had snapped. After the tree was tied down again we begin to drive… and… the tree begins to lift off the car. At this point we are definitely “those” people on the side of the road that I totally make fun of! Eventually we get the tree tied down and make it home from the tree farm.


Decorating the Tree – We were easily able to pull the tree through the front door. Then we tried to stand the tree up on our stand. But it unfortunately wasn’t wide enough to keep it steady. So while i tried to hold the tree upright, my husband screwed it to the base and fastened the tree to the walls as well. Once the tree was stable we put on the star, lights, and decorated the tree. It was really fun to see the girls use their little ladders to hang the ornaments. It also went a lot smoother than I had anticipated. Honestly, I think this massive tree tradition is meant to continue.




As much as I am not a fan of Christmas, our tree is pretty magical and the overall tree experience was pretty fun! My children still are in wonder of the tree and have so much fun with it as well. It really does warm my cold heart to see the excitement in their little eyes. Even though I will never give up my Grinch ways, it was fun to be a Griswold for a little while.

Lauren Cop is a part-time SAHM (Stay At Home Mom) of Irish Twins and Senior writer/editor ciao_laurencop_sig-01of the Olive Shoe Blog. Currently Lauren and her family live in Tallahassee, FL where she teaches at a local pre-school. A Clemson fanatic, alumni and general sports enthusiast. She loves reading, gardening, food, and traveling. Follow her Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest.

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