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My Dad and always had fun picking out the tree. Mom would tell us what size she wanted and admonish us not to get something too large. We would smile, nod, and chuckle because we all knew that we were going to come home with something about three feet bigger then what Mom wanted. We would get the tree up. I would help Mom pull out the ornaments and village stuff. When my Brother had his kids, they would come over and we would decorate the tree.
It was a fun, fun ritual. Classes were done so I did not need to study. I would bring home reading and research for the dissertation and ignore it. (Grins)
Now Mom has decided that she doesn't like cleaning up after the Christmas tree and has bought a fake tree. Dad brings in a small real tree each year but it is one of those minis. The house looks wonderful but I miss the ritual.
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