When we were in Ohio, my parents mentioned that they had an extra tree at their house, left behind during one of my sisters' moves. So... we squeezed it into the car (it barely fit) and took it home to Chicago with us.

And despite being together for many years, it's Sarah and I's first Christmas tree. Or, it's our first Christmas tree over two feet tall. Maybe too many feet over two feet, because it's too tall for our apartment, requiring a bend at the top.