Our realitor owns a tree farm and is nice enough to let us come and pick out a Christmas tree every year. We load up the kids and make our way through hundreds until spotting the perfect one (while unsuccessfully dodging dog poop).
We quickly spotted this years tree and Tommy and a friend cut it down and loaded it into the truck...after our yearly picture in front of our tree.
Tyler was only too willing to take pictures of us trying to wrap the lights, and then we all decorated it.
Voila!
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