National Swear Day is kinda becoming a dud, as Dwayne hasn’t sworn while getting and setting up our Christmas tree for years now. In spite of that, we still make it one of my favorite days of the year.
We are going to find the perfect 11’ tree…
at our favorite farm that has always had perfect, tall trees, until all of us consumers bought them out the last few years.
We finally had to settle for a pre-cut, and more expensive, tree. But we’ve gotten screaming deals the last two years, so it evens out, especially when you consider the s’mores.
Dwayne and I even found a cute little place to practice our kissing.
I’m also a big fan of the letters to Santa.
I have been very good this year. Well, except for the one time I hid Grampa’s wine materials. I would really like to find a book of edible foods in the forests of Washington, and Love, under the tree.