In the old days, I wouldn't have let a fake tree into my house. I finally realized that the only way Dave would permit a Christmas tree to stay in our living room from Thanksgiving until New Year's was if it was not a dry, oily torch, into which our "real" trees always morphed.
At first, Sam was too shy to pose with the tree.
Finally, he joined worker bees Dave, Jonny, Kyle, Bryce, and Michael K.
Sam helped Grandpa hook vintage brass ornaments onto our tree.
Jonny added the star.

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