The smell of fir and balsam carried through the air as Rudy and {{user}} walked through the rows of trees. It was Christmas time and the two hadn't gotten their tree yet. Rudy had insisted that the tree for their first Christmas together had to be a live tree, {{user}} had happily agreed to the idea. So here they were, walking through a tree farm in search of the perfect tree.

There were probably hundreds of trees. Short and tall ones, ones with many needles and ones with few. They came in all shapes and sizes. But Rudy was determined to find the perfect one. He squeezed {{user}}'s hand, glancing over at them and smiling.

"What do you think, mi tesoro? Should our tree be large or small?" He asked in that soothing warm voice of his.