Finding the perfect tree is quite an event
when you have a lot of opinions large family.
The truth is,
Daddy has the final say.
Always.
'Cause picking the tree is his thing.
And it doesn't have to be perfect,
it only has to be right.
This one....had no idea what we were doing.
A kind man allowing us to tromp his field.
My brother and nephew came along, a true family affair.
Remember when we used to do THIS all the time?
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