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The Dudley Tree Farm was Christmas central for a little girl, practically the North Pole sans elves. Each year in early December, we would venture the 7 or so miles up the road to a small farm in our rural upstate New York town that would be populated with dozens and dozens of fresh smelling evergreens. All shapes and sizes, long needle, short needle, the crooked, the straight, the tall and thin, the stumpy and fat; we would wander from tree to tree, up one row and down the next in search of the perfect fit. Parental discussions ensued, but I paid them no heed. I was in heaven. Wandering in and among the towering (Okay, I was 4 feet tall so it was proportional towering, but it worked for me at the time!) coniferous trees imagining the ornament and light laden results.