When we lived in Metairie - we had a fake Christmas tree. I had convinced myself it was better for allergy-prone Morgan, and quite honestly, it was easy and I didn't care... So when we packed up and moved the 60 miles to Cowtown, I assumed the tree came with us. As it turns out, Shane had donated that fine artificial tree to Goodwill.
Somehow, moving 60 miles brought out Shane's inner Paul Bunyon, and now we not only have a REAL tree, we have to drive 20 more miles to cut it down. Last year we cut the tree down in shorts and t-shirts - talk about a real mood buster. But this year, it was cool enough for long sleeves and pants, which, I guess, made the event Magical...
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