True story: Sean promised me we could have a fresh-cut tree every christmas. He promised me this before he married me, because he knows how much I've always loathed the plastic abomination we used at my house growing up. . . you know, the one with the metal pole in the center? LOL! No offense, though Dad- I know "real" christmas trees are a pain in the ass to set up.
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