Dad gives some last minute advice.
Emmy is looking forward to it.
We had never gone to get a tree at a farm before. Neither had our friends. So, what does one do? Well, of course we sang songs and quoted movies and named all the dogs that were running around.
"Dashing through the snow, in a two horse open cart. . . "
But which blue spruce to choose?
This one.
Seriously one of my favorite people. She might as well be a sister.
Success.
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