As is our family tradition the kids were burying Andrew in the Christmas trees when Scrooge himself came out of nowhere and said no pictures in the store. Of course I had to express my disbelief at the lack of brain cells used in that transaction but still it sort of ruined the mood. We dug Andy out of the trees, located a tree for Nana and went on our merry way. A covert attempt to find and photograph the perfect tree will happen later in the week under the cover of darkness. Duh Duh Dunnn!


