Jedd has tried for years to get me to agree to a live tree for Christmas. I have resisted, because I had never had one and it seemed like more work. This year, he was tricky and got the kids excited about the idea. So we got one. It turned out better than I had imagined. At the nursery, there were only about 10 trees to choose from and only a few varieties. Which made choosing a tree a fairly quick process. While looking over the trees, Maxx looked in greenhouse and saw a guy trimming branches and a pile of tree clippings, most likely for wreaths.
Maxx: Oh, 'dose are da killed trees. Look Ky-ya, 'dose trees are da killed ones.
The kid speaks the truth and calls it like he sees it.
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