We went and picked out our Christmas tree. It was so cold I thought that my nose was going to fall off. We took the girls to a place that my parents had taken us when we were little. They have some trees already cut that you can pick from or you can go pick out your own and they will cut it down. They usually have a nice selection of pre-cut trees but they were busy and didn't have the one that we wanted. So my dad, Melissa, the girls and I hiked our butts out and walked and walked and walked. We passed trees that at least one of us thought was nice but we couldn't all agree on the same one. It felt like it took us all day to finally pick one that was acceptable to take home.
The funny thing is, when we got the tree home and brought it into the house it was too big. Not by too much though. My dad just cut the point off the top and we can't fit the angel on but at least it's in the house.
The girls helped us decorate and by that I mean that they were given an ornament to put on the tree and after they put it as close to the ground as they could get it one of us would move it higher so that they could put the next one in the same spot.
Now we just have to figure out where all the presents are going to go.
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