Chapter 3
The sharp scent of pine and spruce, mingled with the earthy smell of freshly plowed soil filled his lungs as Josh Taylor stood near the top of one of many rolling hills looking out over the vast expanse of the Taylor Christmas Tree Farm. It was early, and like most days this time of year, it would be long, but at least it was Saturday, so he would have no out-of-town deliveries. While the crowds hadn’t quite started making their way to the little village his parents had created over twenty years ago, he knew they’d be there soon enough. Thanksgiving had passed, and the joy of the holiday season was now upon them. While he had long associated Christmas with physical exhaustion, he also loved the spirit of the holidays, and getting to spend this time of year with his parents and e
