Unless I grow our own, we buy our Christmas tree at the same farm every year, Foxes'. The Foxes bought the farm in the 1930s and raised hogs and it's now being farmed by the third and fourth generations. (Personally, I'm glad they aren't farming hogs anymore, though. The smell could get pretty pungent when the wind blew toward my house. The smell of money, my dad called it.)
This is what the farmhouse looks like today. If you look carefully you can still see the boxy prairie farmhouse at the back and the gingerbread additions on the front.
Every single window, and the whole yard, is filled with Christmas, music, and lights.
Christmas figures are life-sized, and putting them out is a Thanksgiving weekend project for grandma, grandpa, mom, dad, kids, and now another generation of the Fox kids' kids, the great grandchildren. You can see the family all out there day and night starting on Thanksgiving. By Sunday night the lights are turned on.
People drive down from The Cities (Minneapolis and St Paul) and all around the area to see and photograph the display lit up at night. On weekend nights there can be a traffic jam on the country road.
Santas, carolers, reindeer, Joseph, Mary and baby Jesus, toy soldiers, wise men . . .
. . . and my grandsons' favorite, the Grinch.
One year my daughter's family Christmas card photo featured a twin on either side.
Around back is where the trees are. Some are stuck in the snow outside, some are in a pole barn. This old shed holds the wreaths and boughs to make your own wreaths or swags.
Grandma and Grandpa collect vintage Santas and they are everywhere. Most are from the 1940 and 1950s. This one is almost 5 feet tall.
You might wonder where my Christmas tree is. I didn't buy one. The ones they had left the first week of December were too big to get home, too big for my house, and too pricey to cut to size. I'll have to make do with one of my own, which are really either too big or too small also, but free.
Note: You might wonder what some of the comments on this post are talking about. Somehow this afternoon my previous post disappeared and the comments from that post attached themselves to this one. Thank you for another mystery, Blogger!