There’s a Christmas Tree stand at the end of Prince Street in front of Founders’ Hall; mindful of “killer drought combined with Trump election protests and COVID means there might not be enough trees”-style headlines, I knew I needed to act fast.
So, roughly 20 days earlier than I’m used to, I stopped in and picked one up. And then made Oliver carry it into the house. It’s drying out from the rain in the vestibule as I write.
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