As a youngster growing up in the suburbs of Charlotte, the holiday movies I watched often presented a bemusing scenario: families cutting down their own Christmas trees. I was a kid raised on tree lots, where inventory was culled from farms two hours west in the Appalachian Mountains. The idea of getting hands-on with a fir and then dragging it away see…
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