We finally got our tree. It seems to be a tradition that we can only get a tree on the coldest night of the year, right after a snow, and it has the be the first tree we looked at, after having held and turned and pondered all the trees on the lot. It also must have hanging on it a nutcracker made from a toilet paper tube. Every year we have to hear Margot tell the story of how her kindergarten teacher made them glue the nutcracker on before coloring it and she knew it would be better to color it first. By the way, she is now 26 and still mad at Mrs. Dahnke.