Wandering through the paddock with mum and the niece and nephew, grass tickling our ankles, we're picking out the best tree for mum's lounge. It's not too big, with a few pine cones attached and a good covering of branches and pine needles. It takes some convincing, Maddy thinks it should be bigger. Harry wants to do the sawing, he's a builder at two years old. Maddy helps a bit too. The lady who sells it to us is wearing flip flops and sunnies. This is normal for Christmas.
Later we decorate it with historic decorations, ones I grew up with, as well as a few newer ones. I'll be gone soon, back to the winter, snow, and warm clothes. It's alright. These are my memories and this time, the time we're spending in the States, is giving us new memories. Memories for our new family.
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