Festival of Trees - Part One

Tonight I went to the Festival of Trees with McFamily. Since it was my first time, I didn't know what to expect. In fact, I didn't really understand what it was all about (apparently people bid on the trees and the proceeds go to charity). Basically it's a big convention center filled with decorated trees as far as the eye can see. However, as we walked around, we started noticing that tree after tree had pictures of people, like memorial tributes. I understand having a few of these, but after seeing the fifth baby I was starting to get freaked out. I loved the trees, but by the end we were calling it the Festival of Dead Trees because it was so depressing.

I've got a lot more pictures and a funny Santa story, but I thought I'd break it up since there are so many things to share. On the way to the festival, McH's root beer committed suicide. Well, McB claims I committed rootbeer-a-cide, but I disagree. I opened the door and it escaped. I didn't intentionally do it. Sheesh. Then, McG was excited to see the crime scene where Mark Hacking left the bloody mattress years ago, so she had to take a picture with the famous dumpster. After all this excitement, we were off to the Festival of Dead Trees. And scene.