This year we decided to go pick out a 'live' tree for Christmas. We went to this little farm called "Easter Balrymonth" just outside of town. It was very low key. We were the only ones there and just knocked on the door of the house because we weren't sure what to do. A woman answered and just told us to go look around at their selection and mark which tree we wanted. I said we were the 'only ones' but there were also some pheasants (or whatever they were - large turkey-looking type birds) and chickens wandering around with us! Justus was having a blast running around and getting super muddy like a true little boy.
He found some trees that were just his size... But then, he spotted "the one"... And here it is in all it's glory - almost 7 feet tall with hardly any branches on the top! It is funky but we love it and it was fun picking it out together :) But the fun did not end there - Justus definitely enjoyed helping string on the lights... (yes, that is Kay Kay's voice for a brief moment in the background - she was on skype with us at the time!)
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I love your tree! Perfect [people, places, things or times] are rarely memorable.
For example, will you ever forget your tree with its cute little crown? I think not...
Perfect is way overrated.
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