No, no. A Christmas tree (according to Kaleb) must be cut down by the person who will eventually adorn it with twinkle lights and stick wrapped gifts underneath it. "If I don't actually kill the tree I take home it's not a real Christmas tree," says he and so instead of going to a Home Depot or one of the many parking lot tree stops within 2 miles of our house we went to the definitive woods (which happened to be "owned" by someone, but who can own nature, really?) to find a victim ourselves and chop it down.... I am sounding opposed to it. I wasn't. I was only opposed to the mud.
Our tree is out there.... somewhere....
Kaleb looking mad. Probably because he realized that his nostalgia was a lot less work in his head.
Kaleb and Dad doing a great job with the lights.
Ta-Da!
Dad putting on the Angel.
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