For the first time ever, our family purchased a real tree. I am a scrooge. Truly cheap. I figure, we have a perfectly, fine, fake tree, why spend more money? I know. I'm cheap. I did put a budget on the whole event, and we came in .50 under. I hate to admit, but it was fun walking through the farm and choosing the perfect tree. The kids started with the 12 foot, $300 tree, and we had to firmly convince them it wouldn't fit in the house. Finally, we down-sized to a reasonable, 7 foot one that still seems to take up a quarter of the front room. I do love that piney smell that it exudes.
We did end up using my perfectly, fine, fake tree in the dining room for all of Brant's Bears ornaments. It looks nice also. I've been the brakes to Brant's Christmas gusto for years. He seems to be gaining a little ground every holiday. Through thirteen years together, we now have lights inside and out and two trees. I know, I know. Bah humbug.
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