When I was little my dad took us out a couple of times to cut down a tree at a “farm”. He’d grab his saw. My mom would grab a box of band-aids. And after a few hours my brother and I would come back home to decorate a freshly cut tree … and a whole new vocabulary of swear words to try out.
These days my trees come in a box, it unfolds like an umbrella, and it comes pre-hung with 5000 twinkly LED lights.
Merry Christmas!
Drawn and Coded 