Every year we cut our own tree down. Can’t beat the 10.00 for the permit, lugging kids up the side of a hill, some crying some not, to find the perfect tree and sliding back down dragging the tree behind.
Every year we ask each other, “so should we get a fatter one, or a tall skinny one?” Then it basically comes down to what we can find or how far you are willing to travel through the snow. One year, I remember bro in law #2 threw up back in the woods and still he was willing to trudge along to find their tree. Well, you’d think we would learn, but every year we ask each other. The difference in our conversation this year was, “we can go tall!”.
So we did. The tall and the skinny…
On the tippy top of our tree the star tips to one side, like the ho’s down in ho-ville. And I like that a lot.
ps It was brought to my attention it is who’s in who-ville in which my spelling brings in a whole different meaning to the who’s in who-ville. This is classic me, so I left it up to give you all a good laugh at my expense.