It takes a long time to find the right tree. This year however it did not take long, until we got it home and realized it was not the right tree. The base was too big for the stand, and by the time we cut it down to fit, half the tree was sitting on the drive-way. Oh well, it's still loved in its imperfection.
The trimming of the tree is a serious affair around here. First the lights must be woven through the tree all the way to the base and back out again, then the glass balls must be hung deep in the branches to help reflect the light out, and finally the ornaments placed in just the right spot. Christmas music should be played in the background and spiced tea sipped from the unpacked Christmas mugs. I should write a rule book so the kids don't screw it up when they are off on their own.
A new tradition added this year (that Elsa speaks of as though it has been done for generations), is Chinese take-out on the floor next to the tree on the first night with the tree. Cyrus loves the tree so much, every time he enters the room he points and exclaims "Wook! MisMas Tree!!!!".
I love traditions so much, and the more detail the better. Once I tried to start a tradition called "Pillow Day"; where the last Saturday before Christmas break room-mates were woken up in the middle of the night for a huge pillow fight, secret santa gifts were exchanged and pancakes and bacon eaten before the sunrise, followed by sleep. It was good fun and held for a good 3-4 years.
I'd love to hear about your traditions, please do share.