After our drawn-out floor staining process, we were exhausted. Christmas Eve morning, we stumbled into Starbucks for piping hot cocoa and warm conversation. We recapped the week in a series of play-by-plays about the coats of stain and the accompanying nights that never ended. Then Clint announced his plan to pick out a Christmas tree! We drove to his family’s property in Carnation and trudged around in the rain until we found the perfect (for us) tree. Its small size made it easy to cut and carry. My dear husband also surprised me with ornaments, strings of lights, and stockings at home. Our tired bodies were energized, and we decorated in a frenzy before falling asleep atop our new floors and under the twinkle of lights. Some would call our Christmas Eve decorating silly, but our tree and décor lasted well into February. Fire hazard? Perhaps. Fun? Absolutely.
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