I won’t bury the lede here: We, for the first time, set up the Christmas tree in a new location. Who said you can’t change tradition!
One tradition did not change, though. We bought the tree at the local firehouse.
On top of the Volvo she goes.
A girl and her tree:
“Mom, can you believe my foot and hand were this small!”
New location! Next to the fireplace. Wait, what? Is that safe?
Sam’s tree, in the foyer.
Love my Wassail lettering, a gift from Kris and Tom a few years back.
Welcome, tree.
