The wreaths were displayed in a long u-shaped tent presided over by the wreath seller. I asked if I had picked a good one, as they all looked quite uniform. "Just a minute" he replied and walked over to select another wreath. "This one's better," he observed, handing me both. "Just heft them.” The wreath he had chosen was heavier. He smiled and nodded knowingly. "One of the girls made it," he explained. "They like to make wreaths so they spend more time puttin' them together. The guys don't like to. All they want to do is cut down trees."
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