I love Christmas time. Just like I love the fall. But Christmas smells wonderful, feels wonderful, the wonderful colors, the wonderful tastes, and well just everything. We were practically raised on a Christmas tree farm, every year we would go up to my grandparent's house in Foresthill, California and work at the Tree farm. It was so much fun to sell hot chocolate, hot dogs and marshmallows for roasting over the big bon fire grandpa would start in the center of the farm. We would have so much fun helping pull the trees in and well just play around in the farm. So now grandma and grandpa no longer have the farm but we still go to a tree farm and spend time to find just the right tree, but now with my niece and nephew. It's so fun to see their faces light up as they run through the trees looking for the right one.
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