Every year the weekend after Thanksgiving my family cuts down a Christmas tree then puts it up. Of course Blondie was elected as the cutter since my dad thinks he needs to "man-up". It didn't take long, we're not picky unlike Blondie's family who takes over an hour an a half to find a freakin' tree. The tree farm was the most redneck place though having all the helpers dresses in camo and selling ornaments with buck on them and shot-gun shell Christmas lights.
I should also mention that my dad is the King of Christmas(actually, I think I've mentioned it before). We never use two of the same ornaments on the tree because he owns an estimated three hundred of them! I'm unsure of how this obsession started but not one inch of that tree is left untouched. Blondie and I spent like two hours filling it up to my dad's expectations then celebrated our accomplishments by, of course, ordering in Chinese food :)
-J.W
-J.W
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