It's that time of year again. We hike to the land of Christmas trees (or drive to a parking lot) and search and search for hours and hours (or ten minutes until Mom starts to complain it's too cold and they all look the same anyway) to find the perfect tree for our family's gifts to lie beneath as we sit cozily by the fire drinking cocoa and singing carols. ..
And here we are in front of the perfect tree.
Yep, it's the one in the back. The one we're all blocking.
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