We found our Christmas tree at a farm just a few
minutes from our house. It was a lovely place.
. . .
They wanted this tree. But, Holly said no.
It had a funny sticky out problem near it's thighs. Still no. "Sorry guys, trust me, I'm... a tree expert." Dad towards the end: "Okay guys, just pick out a tree.
Just pick one.... Just one. Just CHOOSE one now. Or I will!"
Us: "But, there's too many choices..." Back at home getting our decorating on...
. . .
'Tis the season for fir and fudge and Holly and jolly...ness!
(Poetic, fail.)