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We got a tree yesterday. It's too tall for our great room ... and the ceiling's 16' 8". Listen, don't laugh, it was free and we didn't have to cut it down.

Scott cut a foot off the bottom and a foot and a half off the top. We carried it in. (Our manly neighbor, of course, wasn't home to help, so I got elected to carry the "light" end. My contribution consisted mostly of saying, "Wait! I'm standing on a branch!")

When we stood it up, the tree hit the ceiling. So Scott went and got the loppers, stood on the ladder and cut off another foot and a half. I have no idea how we're going to get a tree topper on this behemoth. Some might say it smells like a Xmas tree in here. Actually, it smells like the whole forest.

When are we going to decorate? Well ... we've never had a tree this big before, so we have to go buy ornaments first ... and maybe it would be a good idea to wait until the kids get home ...

What absurd excess of good cheer have you indulged in this or any other holiday season?