Traditionally we only hunt down a fir tree on Christmas eve. Last time we were in town we had great success at a flea market lot in Glen Burnie, so off we went with only a couple hours to spare before evening. We met with a barren lot and a lot of holiday agitation!
With perseverance and some gnashing of teeth we finally found a lot still trying to unload their Carolina firs. We found a seven foot beauty which soon became our shiny pagan tribute
and stuffing children into church clothes gave us even more joy
Waiting for us at home was a lovely dish which magically appeared, if I recall correctly
and we enjoyed our Christmas meal with only approved levels of shenanigans.
The Dudes
and a lucky Pop thankful for his blessings.
Merry Christmas everyone and peace to you all.