Afternoons at the Tree Farm


It’s almost Friday!

Last weekend I went to the tree farm to cut down my Christmas tree—a tradition that my family has upheld for as long as I can remember. When we were younger, my dad would have my brother and I pick a number (either one or two), and whoever picked right got to choose which tree we took home that year. We’d decorate it with bins full of ornaments and with White Christmas playing in the background.

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