but Today Kurt, Clint, and I headed over to Terminal Market in Carnarsie Brooklyn to pick out a tree.
As cold as it looks.
One stand of 8 or so.
Where trees come to die.
ohhh, it's like the Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe...right when they stop feeling coats and start feeling the forest...
Anything you could wish for...
I'm sure there are some Turkish delights over here...
Posing with my "kill". 
Our tree.
Clint's tree gets a haircut.
Homeward bound. Clint's tree is on the left, our smaller tree to the right.
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