We get in the car, just me and him, making sure the back seats are down and there is room for the tree.
We talk about the trees we have bought in previous years. The year we lived pretty close to London and the tree prices reflected it. The only way to get a slightly cheaper tree was for Dad to join the Gardeners Club. He was plagued with promotional letters for the rest of the year!
We arrive and jump out of the car, making our way to the Norwegian Spruces.
I'm the fussy one when it comes to trees. It has to be bushy enough, has to be around about the right height and fairly even all over.
We have a system Dad and me. I point at a tree, he lifts it out and we both admire it, chatting over the pros and cons.
This year we had gone through a few trees before the man who owned the place, pointed us towards a lovely specimen we had missed.
It was just the right shape to suit both of us and, I know this sounds silly but it looked Christmassy tree ish.
We hand it over to be wrapped it in that stringy stuff and we bundle it into the car with me trying to avoid the branches on the ride home.
Dad carries it into the house where the base is waiting and we umm and ahh as he screws it in and I try and work out if its straight or not.
For now our tree is waiting. Waiting till the middle brother gets home to help decorate with us.
It's a tradition choosing the tree. Just me and my Daddy.
Do you buy a tree each year?
I am joining in the lovely 'Christmas Club' meme with Sian. Do pop on over to read some other christmassy tales.