This morning, I went with my parents and got a Christmas tree. It's a detailed process that we follow. We woke up early and drove an hour away to go get our Christmas tree. Before arriving, we stop at the local diner for breakfast because cutting down a tree on an empty stomach with no coffee is not fun.
This has been a tradition for many many years in my household. We have survived rainstorms, snow storms, frigid temperatures, and hailing winds to find the perfect tree. This year it took us about an hour once we arrived to settle on the right one. It's an intricate process of finding the right height, and width. Then once that is found, the trunk has to be checked to see if it is straight (many Christmas trees of years past have been chopped down and then not fit in the tree stand causing many four letter words to fly out of the mouth of my father). It has to smell right also and there cannot be any barren areas. Once it is chopped down it must be dragged (because using a tree caddy would be too difficult) to be shaken and bundled up. Then it sits on the front porch until it is deemed dry enought where it takes a lot of time to be placed straight in the tree stand. Lastly it is decorated with the angel going on top. The process is long and intricate, but I wouldn't miss it for the world.
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