one of my fondest memories of christmas when i was young, was going to cut down our christmas tree with the 'ray and irene cattani' family. where we went, i'm not sure, but, we would all pile into the car and drive like what seemed for hours, before we could get out and hike around looking for the perfect tree. and... when i said perfect, i mean ~ it had to be perfect, or dad wouldn't even look at it. i remember one year, he thought that we had the perfect tree only to get it home to see that one branch was missing from the place dad thought it should be. sooo... he cut a branch from the bottom of the tree, drilled a hole in the trunk of the tree and ' walla!' the perfect tree!
6 years ago