I do not like fake trees. Maybe it’s because I grew up with real ones and I am spoiled. I still enjoy my parents’ real tree every year, but I think I’m going to have to get my own because I look at my fake trees and love them, but there’s a small pang of blah.
I walk by the nearby Christmas tree lot and take big breaths in through my nose. Or, this year, I took deep breaths through my nose when passing the corner tree places in NYC.
Moral of the story: my tree was enough for my short time at home this year, but I'm happy to be at my parents' enjoying the real tree we picked out at the tree farm.
I walk by the nearby Christmas tree lot and take big breaths in through my nose. Or, this year, I took deep breaths through my nose when passing the corner tree places in NYC.
Moral of the story: my tree was enough for my short time at home this year, but I'm happy to be at my parents' enjoying the real tree we picked out at the tree farm.
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