tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311327768267164732.post4226876445371971993..comments2024-01-16T13:22:19.986-06:00Comments on A Time For Everything: Countdown to ChristmasJen FitzGeraldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15746163660525324335noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311327768267164732.post-4105624327395391722012-12-15T20:19:12.738-06:002012-12-15T20:19:12.738-06:00Gorgeous tree, Jen! I always loved the smell of a ...Gorgeous tree, Jen! I always loved the smell of a fresh pine - we always had the real thing when I was a kid. Once I had my own place I had the darnedest (spl?) luck with them. I don't know how many toppled over or were crooked. For many years after I moved to KS, we traveled back to FL for the holidays, so I only had a small fake tree. I graduated to a larger fake tree recently. It's pre-lighted too, sitting here without ornaments. I managed to get the stockings hung today. Maybe the tree decorating can begin tomorrow.Char Newcombhttp://charlenenewcomb.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8311327768267164732.post-48841890000483942172012-12-15T18:11:34.437-06:002012-12-15T18:11:34.437-06:00Looks great! Growing up, we always had a fake tre...Looks great! Growing up, we always had a fake tree since my younger brother is allergic to the real ones. Now (thanks to my cats) I have a small fake tree that I can put on a table, out of reach of determined paws.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00700737187405826842noreply@blogger.com