So last week at the farmer's market, you betta believe I bought us a wreath. It makes our house smell like evergreen all the time, and it's got me whistling Christmas tunes 'round the clock. Hark! The herald angels sing!
(It's only fitting, I think, that like all good Americans we follow a Thanksgiving post with a Christmas one. Please note the sarcasm in my tone. I will say that I've always hated the way Walgreens and Wal-Mart ganged up on Thanksgiving and started stocking their shelves with garland the day after Halloween.)
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