After 2 years of Christmas tree shopping in a parking lot, we decided to make it a tradition of going to a u-cut and picking out a perfect tree. Levi knew someone at work whose family owns a Christmas tree farm. We got out of the car, walked to the Douglas firs and decided on the first one we saw. Levi’s coworker was so nice, cut it down and hauled up for us. He even bailed it and threw it on top of our car! So it ended up being more of a u-pick, we-cut. But then on the way home we heard a loud noise. Crap, did our tree just fall off!? Levi was on the phone and there was nowhere to pull over so we were trying to adjust the mirrors but had no luck being able to see the tree. We pulled into the driveway and I held my breath as I opened the door and looked on top of the car. Hallelujah, it’s a Christmas miracle; our tree was still there.
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