Caleb's POV:
"Yes, Ma'am," I said and Elena rolled her eyes mockingly.
"Shoo. Off you go."
"Shoo, Daddy."
"I feel so unwanted right now."
Laughing, we trampled through snow covered field filled with Christmas trees.
The tree farm stretched out like something straight from a postcard—rows of evergreens dusted with snow, the air sharp and clean, breath puffing white with every laugh and shout. Bells jingled somewhere in the distance, and a group of volunteers handed out tags with numbers and pointed everyone toward a large donation bin overflowing with decorations.
Rules were simple: pick a tree, decorate it using whatever you could find in the bin, and do it all within thirty minutes.
I looked through various trees. Some were too tall, some too short. Some were too-not green. The e
