Since this is the first year in a few that we'll be staying home for Christmas, it's also the first year in a few that we've had a Christmas tree up in the house. Kids had asked to go out every weeknight last week, but i decided that we'd wait for a sunny weekend day, which turned out to be this past Sunday.
Turns out that dozens of other folks had the same idea, as we managed to hit the local tree place at quite the rush-time. I found it funny to feel the competitive juices kicking in as we strolled through the rows of trees, looking for the right one, not wanting to get beat out by the other families on the same mission. You'd get these furtive glances back and forth. "You're not checking out MY tree, are you, pal?" And none of us, most likely, able to pick out quality Fraser Firs, anyway.
:raisingarizona: "I think I got the best one"
Settled on one about 7 feet high, so that it doesn't dominate the piano room. TreeDude sawed off the pudding-skin from the trunk-bottom, then wrapped it and strapped it to the Suburban. DadDude carried it in the house, while everybody watched. Locked it into the tree stand, then fed it its quart of water.
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