Our Christmas Tree

Every year we chop our Christmas tree down.

This year we took Papa.

We trekked through the snow in search of the

perfect tree.

We looked every where, and then

we found it.
It didn't seem that big next to all of
the other trees.
It was just the right height.
It was full and thick.
It was perfect.
Everyone took turns
chopping.

What fun it was to cut and cut

at the trunk.

We talked about other trees we'd chopped.

We talked about how much fun

Oma would have had with us.

We talked about all of the fun we

would have decorating the tree.

Together, we carried it out of the field.

It was REALLY heavy.

It hadn't seemed that big, but when we got it

to the van, it wouldn't fit. The man who owns the Christmas tree

farm told us, "No problem. I'll drop it off at your house."

We couldn't thank him enough. He kindly drove our tree to

our front door. He left us to get the tree in.

It really hadn't seemed that big.

Jon and Dad tried to get it through the front door.

It wouldn't fit. It got stuck. We had to take

the door off of the hinges. I couldn't help myself, I laughed.

It was really funny.

Jon didn't think it was so funny. Finally, we got it in the house.

It wouldn't fit in the living room.

It is currently taking up the entire dining room.

It is the biggest Christmas tree we've ever seen.

It really didn't seem that big in the field.

I guess it was, but it is still the

perfect Christmas tree.