Our Christmas tree fell off the roof of our car.
Things are rarely as I envision them, but this, this was a first. It rumbled, tugged, and then fell right off. Tree flying in the rear view mirror, Griswold, but not funny, not a movie. This has never happened and I of course wonder if it is some kind of a sign. Maybe we should just call it a year, climb back into bed with a few good books, and wait it out.
Every year we do the same thing. We get dinner out, go to the Moon Valley Nursery Christmas tree lot. They give out little candy canes. It’s fun, usually. We argue over the best tree, pick out a good one, and two strapping young men carry it to our SUV, hoist, and tie. We tip. We are good tippers, every year.
Once the deed is done, we go for coffee or warm drinks, although two of my…
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