We've got a Douglas Fir. I am leaning towards when I was growing up, we had some sort of Spruce? I can't quite figure it out. But I know it wasn't a Douglas Fir. Sure, the tree looks okay, but until my mom decides to hand down the decorations (complete with bubble lights and the annoying chirping bird), I won't ever feel like my tree is complete.
Tough to get spray snow down here, at least in the places I looked. I refuse to go all the way to Target or Wal-Mart for it, so I'll just make do without it.
Huh, forgot that you can't see the little village that Kiddo set up under the tree. Maybe I'll shoot it again later.
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