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Christmas Cheer!

 I'm a little disappointed in us.  We got our Christmas tree this weekend, and it has far more weight bearing branches than I am accustomed to.  It also has branches on every side, so there is no cramming its bare spot up against the wall this year.  The original tree was a good five feet taller than our house, but Ross made quick work of adjusting that.  

It's skinny (we'll call it slender), but all in all, we have a pretty decent Christmas tree.  The hardest part was cutting it down.  Not that I would know.  I was busy unsuccessfully trying to keep the girls from eating ice that our truck had broken through on several mud puddles.  I was also not successfully keeping them from falling in those same mud puddles.  

Ross and the boys worked on the tree.  It was a challenge because they were using Sawyer's first generation handsaw.  From the looks of it, it was something like trying to cut a tree down with dental floss.  We might have planned that better. 

Once we got it home and in the stand, we let the boys loose on it.  Two thirds of the decorations landed on one quarter of the branches.  The boys wanted us to admire each placement, which we dutifully did.  Mama might have done some adjusting once they went to bed...I can't help myself.  It was beautiful and precious, but it was hurting my eyes.  I need balance.  

The girls haven't reviewed our work just yet.  We will enjoy a standing, decorated tree at least for tonight.  I will keep you posted on their additions...or subtractions as they come.

Merry Christmas, Friends!       

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