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I always want to purchase the tree a little earlier, but I think we will wait until my son gets home form university. Because we are lucky urbanites we are used to having a tree-seller on the next block. After dinner, (it always happens at night) the three of us put on our worst coats - because there's always sap - and visit the hatchet-faced Polish twins who set up around the corner. They've seen us for fifteen years but now they are missing. This year we will have to visit the Chinese grocery on the next block or the chic florists on the way. I get to pick and it seems we always come home with a balsam, about 7 feet tall. The fellows carry it home lengthwise between them.
We let it settle for a bit and then I have a freak-out about how fast time is racing by. Didn't I just do this? Seriously, I just did this 3 months ago? Didn't I?
Lights go on first. Then Vince Guaraldi's A Charlie Brown Christmas goes on the turntable And, then, let the decorating begin.
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We only get a real tree, and when we are too old and grumpy to get one I will pass all the ornaments on and not have any tree. We will head out on Sunday and cut one down, some years we buy pre-cut, but mostly we go hunting. This weekend we will capture our tree.
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