“Growing up, we always picked our tree from a local farm, and my father, Buddy, would chop it down. We would spend the entire day decorating it. My mom loves going over the top with the decor, regardless of the holiday, so no branches of the Christmas tree were ever left bare. She had a beautiful collection of vintage gold ormolu mugs she served hot chocolate in (stuffed with extra marshmallows). It’s a tradition I still carry on with my family today.” — Tory