When we were kids, Momma always made us wait until the next day to bring it in the house. The boughs had to fall—her excuse. Really she was exhausted from our trip to Keiser Supply to pick out the tree. She needed a night to recuperate before the official decorating event.
My sister and I were so excited we watched the tree through the window all night as we counted down the days til Christmas.
For whatever reason, about seven years ago, John and I bought a permanent tree. It looks amazingly real, even borderline dry often shedding needles. And it was EXPENSIVE—in two more years we may break even.
My kids (now grown) hate this fake tree. These are the same kids who never took much interest in decorating a real tree.
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Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
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