Year after year, my family takes to forest and field for the annual December tradition of sourcing the perfect Christmas tree. No matter how perfect the tree looked in the woods, when we get it home it's usually at least three limbs short of average.
One year, we returned home with our selection only to realize that it wasn't a tree at all. It was a bush. The next year, the men in my family brought home a true charity case:
Wish us luck this weekend, as we once again go traipsing and trespassing our way across the county in hopes of finding the most beautiful Christmas tree ever.
One year, we returned home with our selection only to realize that it wasn't a tree at all. It was a bush. The next year, the men in my family brought home a true charity case:
Wish us luck this weekend, as we once again go traipsing and trespassing our way across the county in hopes of finding the most beautiful Christmas tree ever.
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Good luck.
Thank you! We will need it.
Good luck! Try not to pick up a Charlie Brown tree....
We found our best tree ever! Took us three days to cut it down, put it in the stand, put the lights on it and decorate it. One small string of expletives escaped my husband as he struggled the 12-foot tree into the stand.
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