tree hunting. I think my parents thought it was a cherished tradition they were doing with us but it was dreadful. Fake trees all the way. There were just so many opinions it took forever. My brother and I just wanted my sister and parents to agree on one so we could do something else.

Getting it home is when the real struggle began being asked to held my dad get it into the archaic tree stand we had. It was like one of the only times I heard my dad cuss. I can still remember the feeling of laying on my back getting pine needles jabbing into my eyes and face while trying to get the screws into the tree and straight.