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Whose idea was it to get a real tree?
When we got home, I immediately put our new Christmas wreath on the front door. I was thrilled with how it had turned out. It featured kittens playing with balls of yarn, dogs with balls in their mouths, and a huge beautiful bow. It was a festive, holiday recreation of our full, happy house. I stood back and smiled at it, so glad I had splurged and spent the extra money for it––especially since I had earned some surprise cash with my sketches.
When I hinted that maybe we should wait until tomorrow night to put the tree up and decorate it, the guys quickly agreed. They pretended like they were worried that today had been too much of a strain for me, but I suspected that they were tired too. We quickly settled into our comfortable routine––I ordere
