Tonight is our first of four family Christmases. The boys are pretty excited to open presents. Each night Jerrod and I have been up late wrapping, so every morning when they come down there are more tempting packages placed beneath the tree. It’s so cool that they get it this year. When I say [...]
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Probably. We went to get our Christmas tree from Reihle’s Christmas Tree Farm off of 67. I dressed the boys in snowpants and full winter jackets. When we got there, Owen wouldn’t get out of the car. He didn’t want to look for a tree, he said. It was too cold. (it wasn’t that bad.) [...] I almost forgot to mention that. Come on down. 4pm to 10pm. Last year we had a snowfall just like this and it made everyone so jolly and festive. It should be a good time this year, too. So, I got my snow. And then some. Waking up I felt the glorious freedom of being given a free day. An “extra” day of sorts. We didn’t have to go anywhere. I didn’t want to go anywhere. |
 
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