...we bobbed from street lot to street lot in search of our tree. in the end, we supported two corner stands and one farmers market stall, and walked home with our bounty: a fresh princess pine wreath, one tall fir, and one for the nursery just exactly fitzy's size. we whiled away the afternoon in our cozies, spinning sufjan's carols and sipping creamy eggnog and decking the halls, our merry-eyed boy making beautiful messes at our feet.
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