Oh Christmas Tree?

We got a permit to cut down our own Christmas tree this year. We did it a couple of years ago and it was pretty fun. This year was a little different though with all of the snow. Seeing as we live in Midway you'd think we'd know how to be prepared in the snow. Apparently we still have a lot to learn.

Sage was super excited


Because of all the snow we couldn't just drive right up to the trees. We drove in as far as we could and then ended up walking in about a mile. We at least were all in our snow clothes. We got that part right. But Jake was all excited to take his big chainsaw that he got this year. Chopping down a tree the manly way. So he carried the chain saw and I carried Sage on my shoulders. I mean, why would we bring a sled to get a Christmas tree? Zack and Kate were troopers walking, but of course Kate complained the whole way. She should have been born into a family that does nothing but watch movies.

Redneck Convention


About a mile in we came upon a whole bunch of trucks and people. Why? Because some genius guy decided to pull his huge snowmobile trailer all the way in and of course it was stuck. They had like three trucks trying to get it out. Explain to me why, if you have snowmobiles, you wouldn't park outside the snow-packed road and ride your snowmobiles in. Seriously. So I stopped to watch all the fun with Kate and Sage and sent Jake and Zack to get the tree. When they came back I thought to myself that the tree didn't look very big. I hoped it would look bigger in the house. Probably good it wasn't any bigger because Jake carried the tree and the chainsaw out while I again carried Sage on my shoulders. Another example of when a sled would have come in handy. I should have worried more about the size of the tree when on the way home I heard all about some wild hen thing they saw and would have loved to shoot. What probably happened: They followed the bird around for a while and then remembered that they still needed a tree. Didn't look at any trees but the one right in front of them because they were still mostly focused on super cool bird. Thus, the small tree.

Angel Kate


Boys with super small tree


We got the tree home and into the house. Unfortunately, the tree doesn't look any bigger in the house. It's about 6 feet tall with pretty sparse branches in a room with a big vaulted ceiling. Can you say Charlie Brown? As a further example of the size; two strands of lights was plenty to cover the tree. The poor branches are sagging with the weight of the ornaments. Might I add that it's a good thing we had the chainsaw to cut through that one-inch trunk. That would have been quite the workout.

Moral of this story: Take a sled when getting a Christmas tree. And most importantly, don't let boys pick out the tree.