Getting the Christmas Trees

First, I will just tell you that this was the most fun trip to cut down Christmas trees in the forest that we’ve ever had in our decade plus a few years since we’ve been cutting down Christmas trees.  There was a light snowfall in the morning which made the forest look glorious, and the temperature was thirty degrees, warm but still wintery.  Everyone came with good attitudes.  The car ride was even absent of bickering.

We got out of the van and headed down the trail to look for trees.  I was busy looking at the top of all the trees along the path, and kept stumbling and falling because I wasn’t looking down at the path, which the kids found absolutely hilarious every time I landed on the snow.

We found an adorable baby tree right next to the path.  It was too close to another tree just like it and not in a good spot, and The Banana and I just loved it. It’s currently sitting in a galvanized bucket in my office, and it looks so full of cheer.  

The Banana decided to pretend to be “that green thing that lives in New York City and holds things.”

“Kermit the Frog?  Oh wait, do you mean the Statue of Liberty?” asked the Devious Snail.  Yes, indeed, she meant the Statue of Liberty, decked out for Christmas.

Mr. Trouble on Feet chopped down the second, bigger  tree, and when it fell he yelled. “LIMBER!  No wait, LUMBER!”  Highly appropriate, but as his older brother pointed out, “I think you mean ‘timber.'”

It took us a bit of time to pick out the third and biggest tree for the family room, but The Devious Snail spotted what has turned out to be our best tree ever.  I was skeptical at first, looking from the ground up.  Sometimes it’s just so hard to tell when you see the tree in the forest . . . what looks great ends up looking weird later.   This particular tree has ended up looking fantastic.   The Devious Snail chopped down most of the third tree, but his aim was a bit crazy.  This crew got a kick out of being spectators to the ax action.

The Devious Snail goes through life with his tennis shoes untied.  Dr. Peds kept reminding him to tie his shoes.  The Devious Snail kept ignoring him.  After a bit Dr. Peds started chasing him around with an ax trying to chop off his shoelaces, but it was unsuccessful.

Isn’t that big tree fabulous?  The Devious Snail carried it back to the car.  He took off at a fast run screaming to the trees, “Never run with sticks!  Never run with sticks!” as he tried to make gains on his siblings.  

But then . . . the shoelaces.  He should have tied the shoelaces after all.  Down he went.  

Truly, I laughed more on this tree cutting excursion than any other.