Not much to say about this tradition since it's all a little redundant. Except this: We love heading to the mountains to search for a tree every year. It was a beautiful day this year (last year was like 95 degrees below zero). Ben was a little forest creature scampering all over the mountain. Sledding was a blast (minus the first time Dad sent Ben and Annie down the hill and luckily Uncle Jake's long legs saved them from a serious crash in the nick of time). The donuts were fresh and yummy. The hot cocoa was hot. In summary: it was a good time.
Until next year, little forest.
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