Dylan
It really was a magnificent tree: big and full and without even a bad side to it. It was also taller than any tree I’d ever had growing up, but then again we’d never had twenty-foot ceilings.
“Damn, it’s still not straight.”
It had taken us the better part of the morning, just to dig out. The snow was at least three feet deep, five at the drifts — and this even after the driveway had been plowed. Luckily it was still light and fluffy, and not the soggy, water-logged snow that always seemed to weigh a ton.
Even running two shovels non-stop, and trading off whenever someone got tired, it wasn’t until sometime after noon that we actually reached the main road. And the road itself sucked.
“Push… no, no, on this side,” said Bradley. “There you go. Hold it right there. Don’t let it ti
