The day following Thanksgiving, we went to Idaho for our annual search for the perfect Christmas tree. This year, Grandma C & Bop came along for the hunt. Kate gave lessons in how it works:
"Everyone has to hike around to try to find the perfect tree. When someone finds it, the whole family has to surround the tree and everyone as to agree that it's the one."
After much, much hiking and searching, we finally happened upon the one. By this time, some of the members of our committee were a bit pooped. So, the available members of our family surrounded the tree and made a unanimous decision. (That would be Emmy and I). Joe, my Dad's mechanic was on hand to offer a few opinions and fire up the chainsaw.
"Timber!"
We found a beauty.
Kate and her friend Alexis happily did all the work.
That evening, we convened for our annual sleepover around the tree. 
It's official! The season has begun. . .
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