By Wendy Custer
My family has made a special tradition each Christmas season of cutting our own tree. Every year there is a disagreement between my husband, Jerry, and our oldest son, Carter. Carter grew up having a White Pine Christmas tree and Jerry despises White Pines. When we got married and joined our families five years ago, the dispute began! Some years Jerry wins and others he gives in to Carter's wishes. This year, since our regular farm was no longer in business, we found a new tree farm. On the way to find the perfect Christmas tree, the old discussion made its way into the conversation.
"What kind of trees do they have?" Carter quizzed.
Jerry quickly returned, "Real Christmas trees!"
"White pines are Christmas trees!"
"No," Jerry teased, "White Pines are false trees!"
