Back in Toronto, we would drive north of the city to a cut your own tree place that we liked to go to. It was a family outing kind of thing. There was just something about the smell of pine at Christmas.
Here at the equator, the term evergreen has a different meaning and pine trees are non-existent. There are a few crafty entrepreneurs that ship in a good number of pine trees by container ship but they generally suck. We ended up finding an artificial tree that we could live with and we decorate that. It's not as good but is does the job.
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