The day after my big depression episode, my mother instructed us to put the Christmas tree up. We’d already put some stockings and little decorations outside, but my sister always dreaded lugging the huge tree up from the basement. Well, we did it, and I’ll be honest that my sister did most of the work. I think it looks pretty good, don’t you, friends?
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