My Memories At The Christmas Tree Shop

When I was small, undoubtedly going to the
Christmas Tree Shop
and decorating our newly bought was the best part of christmas. I remember walking down the aisles of trees(which seemed to go on forever), looking for that perfect tree which would take front stage in our house. After the careful selection of the tree which was not too tall nor too small, had enough leaves and a suitably wide base, my parents would call the seller over. Then he’d proceed to drilling a hole in the base of the tree and screwing in a stand. We’d then have to travel with the trunk of our car open and the christmas tree stuck between the seats. Then, once we got home, my parents would heave the tree into our living room. Next was the decorating, which was a family event. Apart from the star at the top, only one person ever got to do that. My brothers and I would alternate every year, but we still complained every time.