As a kid I fondly remember trudging through the snow at my grandparents farm to find the perfect Christmas tree. Mind you these were not perfectly groomed trees, but they did the trick. Debating with my dad and Grandfather about which tree would make the perfect tree was one of my favorite times of the year.
While we no longer have the farm in the family, there is a cut your own tree farm close to our house. Every winter since little man has been alive, we had trudged around (sometime in snow) to find the perfect Christmas tree. Hopefully some day this will be one of his most precious memories.
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