Pine Tree
"Is it perfect?" Marcy said as they stopped along the short path. It was quiet on the edge of the woods, walking through the tree farm. She loved the sound of snow crunching under her feet. The three inches that had fallen three days ago was crusty underfoot. The sun was trying its best to melt winter's dressing. Marcy could feel the glowing warmth on her face, despite the cold temperatures. "Better than perfect," Robert replied. This would be their first Christmas as husband and wife. They had come out to tag the tree. It would later be cut down and Robert would pick it up with his Ford F-150 next weekend. "Will the star fit on top? It is my Grandmother's star. It has to fit on the top." "It will," Robert assured her. She wrapped her arm around the crook of his elbow. "If I listen," she said. "I can almost hear the sap running through the bark." "You're thinking of Maple Trees." "Nope. I am...