Well, contrary to the Wilson tradition, we didn't go cut down our own tree this year. Cindy wasn't too excited about traipsing out into the cold, I wasn't too excited about taking Kaylynn out, We have to drive an hour to get to where we can cut one, the truck isn't insured because we aren't using it, it was snowing, and I could probably go on and on with other excuses. Instead we sold out (bit it wasn't cheap) and bought one that was imported from Minnesotta or something. It looks and smells good. See Brandon hide in shame.
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