no more fake tree for me. as a Stafford girl growing up we always had a real tree. you can’t beat the smells & the experience. each year it is different & fresh. i seem to be drawn to the “under dog” tree or the “charlie brown” of the lot. this year was no different. “not that one mom, it is weird & ugly” . . . i went with my gut anyway. our tree may be querky but i love it. funny thing is so do the kids, they just couldn’t see the potential amid all the big, pretty, full trees . . .
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