Danh ngôn của Molly O'Keefe

After church on the Sunday after Thanksgiving, my family would go chop down our Christmas tree. Once it was home and placed in its stand, Mom and I would painstakingly decorate our tree. It took hours to place the tinsel, string the lights, find the perfect spot for my favorite macaroni and felt ornaments from kindergarten.
After church on the Sunday after Thanksgiving, my family would go chop down our Christmas tree. Once it was home and placed in its stand, Mom and I would painstakingly decorate our tree. It took hours to place the tinsel, string the lights, find the perfect spot for my favorite macaroni and felt ornaments from kindergarten.
Sau nhà thờ vào Chủ nhật sau Lễ Tạ ơn, gia đình tôi sẽ đi chặt cây thông Noel. Khi nó đã về nhà và được đặt trên giá, mẹ và tôi sẽ tỉ mỉ trang trí cây thông của mình. Phải mất hàng giờ để đặt dây kim tuyến, nối dây đèn, tìm vị trí hoàn hảo cho món mì ống yêu thích của tôi và đồ trang trí bằng nỉ từ thời mẫu giáo.
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