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A Midwest Christmas Memory…

Our family Christmas officially began each year when we bundled up the boys and headed to the local tree farm in search of the “perfect” tree. My husband, two sons and I tramped through the snow and cold looking for just the right one and invariably ended up two hours later in front of the very first tree we picked out. After my “men” sawed the tree down, as I… motherly cautioned about severed fingers, arms and legs, my husband let the boys drive our Toyota van back to load the tree. The first year they took turns sitting on his lap, barely able to see above the steering wheel. In 1994, our last Midwest Christmas before moving to Arizona, the boys drove back on their own as we waited next to that final perfect tree.  ~ C. L. Gillmore

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