Every year, we go to the same adorable Christmas tree farm to find our special tree.
Every year, Archie and I have the same disagreement.
For me, the fatter and juicier a tree, the better.
For him, the thinner and straighter the tree, the better.
We somehow seem to compromise and pick a somewhat fat, somewhat thin tree.
This year was no exception.
And bless the warm hot chocolate and candy canes!