We got our tree yesterday. Pretty much right on schedule. We usually target the weekend after Thanksgiving to get a tree and put it up. Everyday this past week, it seemed, someone was waving a cell at me and asking if I wanted to see their tree. Based on this unscientific theory, it seems a lot of trees go up once the turkey is cleared. I asked a friend at work where they got their tree and she told me, "It's been a tradition of ours to cut our own at a Christmas tree farm." She said she's been going to the same farm in Dayton since she was a little kid, and now she still lugs her family there. If I was getting our trees at the same place I did as a kid, I'd be in jail every December. This I truly believe. You see each December my Dad would throw my brother, me and a good, sharp crosscut saw into the station wagon and head off to Cumberland. He said he had a friend out there who told him we could cut any trees on his property. I didn't believe him, based on Dad's seemingly clandestine approach he had in his eye, as we scouted out mile after mile of woods and fields. All of a sudden he'd brake, pull over onto a gravel pull-off and exclaim, "There it is!" After about 20 minutes of trudging here and there, the deed was done. The imperfect tree got attached to the roof, and we were off. I'd like to say this is how we got our tree in the wilds of Maine yesterday, but that would be an untruth. We bought our Fraser for $35, where we've bought our tree for the last 5 years or so. We've had good luck there. Last New Years, the tree was still going strong with not a real loss of needles, and with a woodstove cranking most of the month, a drying tree can be a real issue. So, you have good luck? Creatures of habit always return to the well; we did. It sits this morning in the family room loaded with decorations and memories from past Decembers. Perfect!