All of us decided that, from that day forth, it was thereby firmly established as a new tradition:
Cutting our own Christmas trees on Thanksgiving Day.
It didn't require much, really. Some good, tall snow boots, for sure.
Some fun, fun neighbors.
A few silly boys.
Dogs for protection. Or maybe for bait.
A national forest right outside the back door, and $8 permits.
Of course, it required pointing.
Lots of pointing.
Unless you were wearing mittens. Then pointing could get really tricky.
You have to have a good, sharp saw, and it really helps to have a good-looker using the saw.
My, my! All I know is, if this guy's gonna be at the tree-cutting every year, then so will I.
One beautiful day,
Two families,
Four Christmas trees,
And a new tradition.
