Not sure why we had this tiny tree, but I know for sure it was not our family tree. That was always much larger. But, I should relate here the story of our first Christmas in Fairbanks. The temperature outside was 50-60 degrees below zero, but my father had always cut his own Christmas tree and was determined to do so despite the cold. Lynne and I were bundled up and we went out to find the right tree. When it was located, Dad brushed away the snow from the base of the tree, reared back and swung his axe and --- every single needle on the tree dropped off. I don't remember how we got our tree that year, but it wasn't cut by my father.
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