Saturday was spent creating more Christmas memories.
We woke up (kinda) early and drove out to a tree farm NEAR GUELPH with the dogs and spent about 30 minutes strolling rows and rows of trees, looking for that one perfect tree. We found it standing near the back of the farm.
Surprisingly, it didn't take much to saw the thing down. George looked very manly.
After throwing it atop the car, we made our way back to Toronto discussing what it must be like for a christmas tree. Just 30 minutes prior to that moment, our tree was minding its own business, doing what trees do. Then, out of nowhere, some guy appears with a saw and cuts it down. The pain it must have felt. Then it got dragged to a machine that basically tied it up (sorry, leather was not used). For the next hour it was forced to endure cold wind at 100km/h along the 401. The final insult? Being dressed with glass bulbs and white lights.
But damn, our place looks fine!
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