Saturday morning, we headed north,
past the urban boundry and into the full blown
country in search of a fresh Christmas tree.
The wind was blowing hard which made
for excellent snotcicles, so we took cover
in the barn and fondled gourds as we warmed our ears.
Once warm, we set out on the gravel road,
with saw in hand, said hi to this donkey
and hoped for the best.
Hi Donkey!
We passed a farm-made 40 foot slide and made a few
trips down it.
After rejecting 15 or more trees, we found the tree.
Nate, as Henry said, "sliced" the tree with the saw.
The watched daddy....in awe.
We've never seen daddy work harder.
Since Charlie didn't pull his weight with the "slicing", we
made him carry the tree back to the barn.
Ok, fine. Nate helped him.
And Charlie dilly-dallied behind.
It was so cold, that the boys and I abandoned daddy with the tree
and took cover to thaw the remaining snotcicles in the car
where we blasted Christmas music. Here, we were singing
"fa-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la" with gusto.
The End.
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