When I was a little girl my Dad and his best friend owned a Christmas Tree Farm. Every year in early December we would load up into the back of my Dad’s old green truck and head out to get our tree. It is usually cold in North Florida December so we would be bundled up and getting to enjoy hot chocolate. It was a magical experience for me. It was almost like being in a magic forest where fairy tale characters lived. Looking up at those trees was overwhelming; I can still see the outline of the top branches against the purple sky as the sun faded. My sister and I (with the help of our mom) would pick the tree and watch as our Dad cut it down, then we would head home and decorate!