The picking of the perfect Christmas tree. It always turns our just as I had imagined.
So holly. So jolly.
A little Sunday morning tree decorating. The FIRST ornament taken out of the box was a glass ball with a picture of the church we got married in on it. Winnie snatched it up, 'A BALL,' launched it across the room as we all pleaded 'nooooo.' And this is why we can't have nice things. Not even nice things that we had before kids.
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