Nothing says Christmas like the smell of a live pine tree. You may catch me standing next to the Christmas tree with my face buried in the branches, taking in the smell of Christmas. I tried hugging the tree, but it did not return the love.
Before I get married I will make sure to write in to the pre-nup that we must have a live tree every Christmas, even if it's just a Charlie Brown tree. I need that smell for it to be a real Christmas. I love coming home to a real tree.
From my first Christmas. * I made this one in 2nd grade. * And this in 1st grade.
1 comments:
i miss it... sad days
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