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We got our Christmas tree last night. There was some semi-serious debate about whether we could even fit a tree into our house. It's not so much a 'size of door' issue as it is a 'size of house' issue.

We initially thought about one of those tabletop trees that are little and cute and quick to decorate. After some discussion, however, we concluded that we didn't really have a good spot for one of those, other than perhaps this one place that's already full of stuff. That means additional work finding a place for the current stuff and then putting it back after the holiday. Nix that option.

Personally, I was all about buying a 10 foot frazier fur and just moving our dining room furniture to the [newly cleaned] basement for a few weeks. The drawback with that plan is that when we have people over for dinner, everyone would have to sit around the tree like human presents. And while I'd certainly agree that some people would look good wearing a big red bow, not all of us are so lucky. Better nix that option, too.

Ok, where to go to get a tree? Libby refuses to even look at the trees at Bachman's, which I want to do only because I worked there for a couple years back in high school. Sure they're over priced, but they usually have free cider for customers. Yum-o.

As a compromise, we head over to Randy's trees in Saint Louis Park. I have a coupon. Randy is a nice guy and he helps us out. We select and fell a 5 foot scotch pine (Pinaceae Pinus sylvestris) and strap it to the roof of the Saturn. Randy gives us a fresh cut, but Randy won't help with the tie down. Randy is not a lawyer, but Randy knows better than that.

The tree now stands proudly in the corner of our dining room. It's a little snug, but it fits. It's not decorated yet, but you can smell it as soon as you walk in. That's the best part.

Tree on.