The two lane highway leading into the two and half horse time where the BR abode occupies it's spot of land is lined with, among things, Christmas tree farms. Early each December, the family BR makes a pilgramage to one of said farms for the annual cutting of Treezilla.
I snapped this photo on the way home today (click to enlarge):
At least three of these farms have their signs up already. Really? It's not even All Hallow's Eve yet, for the love of Pete.
At least they don't open until the day after Thanksgiving...