The family and I always head to Pennsylvania where there’s a particular tree farm that we love. We roam the farm searching for the right tree. Actually all of them are the right tree, it’s just that we want to “live” the experience for a few minutes. We wait all year for this moment and don’t want it to end too quickly. After we find the right tree, it’s time for our greasy, high-cholesterol, saturated fat and tasty breakfast at a restaurant.
Patiently waiting for Santa.