Harold Webster runs his hands along the branches, pausing every once in a while to rub them together to release a fragrant whiff that smells like Christmas on a hotter-than-usual September day. Rows of Carolina Sapphires, Murray Cypress, and Red Cedars reach to the cloud-dotted sky blanketin…

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Dasher. Dancer. Prancer. Vixen. You may think those names are reserved for reindeer alone, b… Read more