I signed my letter that I sealed with a kiss. I sent it off and just said this I know exactly what I want this year, Santa can you hear me?

I want my baby, baby I want someone to love me, someone to hold Maybe, maybe He'll be all my own in a big red bow

There was something thrilling about the crisp winter air laced with the aroma of pine needles and tree sap, despite the decrease in temperature that made it possible for her to see her own breath. Evergreens stood before them as far as the eye could see, organized in near-perfect rows. Betty was prepared to face the tree lot in front of them as she drew the big leather gloves out of her pocket while wearing a winter coat that reached her knees and a pastel toboggan hat that matched. She was all bundled up and ready to go. "Just take a closer look at all of them, Jug; isn't it breathtaking?" As she turned to face him, her voice carried with it an air of youthful innocence and surprise, and her large eyes sparkled with the sunshine as it caught and refracted in them. "The act of selecting our very own Christmas tree has always been one of my favorite holiday traditions. You'll see." She smiled at him to encourage him, and even though the cold air had already caused her nose to turn pink, she put on her gloves and went out into the snow. She didn't appear to be bothered by the cold in the least.

When it came to Christmas, Betty Cooper was the epitome of tradition, and she was so devoted to the traditions and rituals that had been passed down through her family for generations that she made it impossible for anyone to convince her otherwise. As a result, the debate about whether they should get a natural or artificial tree was over before it had even begun. Betty Cooper was seen walking through the fresh snow while holding a hacksaw in her hand. She was virtually bouncing through the rows of overgrown trees as she carefully checked each and every one of them. The scene was both horrifying and beautiful at the same time.

She would walk slowly through the forest, stopping every so often to focus her complete concentration on a single tree. She would run her fingers through the snow on the branches of the trees as if she were looking for some divine confirmation that this specific tree was meant to be theirs. "There's not enough meat on this bone." She pursed her lips to one side and shook her head as she dropped the saw to her side. Without so much as waiting for Jughead to catch up behind her or even waiting for him to catch his breath, she dashed off through the snow to the next tree she'd had her eye on. She didn't even wait for him to catch his breath.

It didn't take long for him to entirely lose sight of her, and the only sign she'd left behind was a path of freshly created bootprints in the snow. "Don't be late!" She could be heard calling to him from a considerable distance away. " I have found it! I was able to locate the perfect tree!" Her casual use of a term that she despised is evidence of how smitten she must be with the pine. As he made his way around the last few trees, he saw her waiting for him in front of a large tree with full-plucked branches and a toothy smile. "Don't you simply get a sense of it?" You asked for it, and here it is, the tree. While she was getting ready to begin cutting near the base of the tree, she animatedly moved her arms about in a frightened and eager manner while still holding the saw.

As a result of her initial try, during which she was unable to cut even a notch in the solid trunk of the tree, she was out of breath, and her face was crimson when she turned to face him. "All right, so it seems like it's going to be a bit more challenging than it appeared..." She admitted her guilt with a sigh of despair as she placed one hand on her hip, and the other continued to maintain a firm grip on the saw.