Time again for Christmas. And the tree.
Laura and Adam searching high and low.
No, that one is too big.
Jill, skating on the road.
There's a nice one, through the fence.
About that fence.. (I put it back the way it was afterwards.)
This is the tree. Cut on.
Grandpa's electric saw.
Tree with legs.
Finally. If only we had listened to Toots.
Big shove.
And there it is.
Let's do it again next year.
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