Phil and I started a new tradition this Sunday. We drove up to the mountains of North Carolina, walked through a sea of frasier fir trees, and found "the one". Not too tall, not too short. Don't want it too skinny, but not too fat either. No missing pieces - it was our perfect fit!
The man and his grandson came down with their beautiful 1 year old lab and a 4 wheeler in tow. We pointed to the beauty and he pulled out his chainsaw like a knife. "Here ya go." And that was that. Money goes from one had to the other and the tree is thrown over the vehicle and then we're off. (We were invited in to roast marshmallows, which who can say no to that?)
Now to decorate.
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