Live trees only in my house. I don't want anything to do with your wussy fake trees. Chopping it down yourself (er, having your husband do it) is preferable. Rumor has it that I threw a temper tantrum akin to a 2-year-old in the grocery store the year my parents decided to buy an artificial tree. This was five years ago.
My dad is the one who passed down the art of finding the perfect tree. You can blame him for my militant view on the subject. I'm not sure who to blame for husband having to chop down the fattest tree in the lot. I guess that would be me. It is anyone's guess how we are going to get it out the door in January.
Happy Holidays!
i love this!!
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