On Saturday the boys bought our Christmas tree. The weather was pretty gross on Thursday and Friday and very cold on Saturday. When they untied it from the car this is what it looked like. A frozen popsicle of a tree. We laughed, called it our Griswold tree, and got it defrosting by the fire. It is nice and fluffed out now, far from the woodstove, waiting for twinkle lights.
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