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Friday, December 30, 2011

Oh Christmas Tree

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Dear Lyla, we set up our tree Thanksgiving Weekend before dad left for work.  We worked really hard to find the perfect tree like we do every year….at the home depot tree lot.  LOL.  We figure going to the lot is just as exciting to you as getting all cold and wet up the mountain.  You proved us right and had a great time.  We really did let you choose  the tree and as you can see, you chose great!  Everyone who came to our house asked if it was real because it looked so perfect.  We LOVE the smell of real pine all December long.  You also had a ball decorating the tree.  I would give you the balls that were easy to hang and you would concentrate so hard to thread that little loop over the branch of needles.  You did it skillfully and meticulously.  I was so proud.  Once we plugged in the lights you were in awe and starred up at the angel in wonder.  It was a beautiful sight.  It marked the beginning of the Christmas festivities, which was very exciting for me.  Charlotte feel asleep on the way home from getting the tree but we let her try and hang a few balls later just for funYou were great to help me water the tree when it needed it.  .  It seems like a ball or two mysteriously falls off the tree each day, so it’s sort of evolved into a tree that’s decorated from about 3 inches and up Smile

 

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