This year my family decided that we wanted a local Christmas tree.  While Mom and I investigated placesPhoto courtesy of http://www.allthingschristmas.com/trees.php to chop down our tree Dad searched for his saw.  Having done this once before, Dad learned that you need to bring your own sharp saw.  Our barn was really cluttered so after Mom and I found a good place to cut the tree helped Dad find the saw.  After what seemed like days (but was only two hours) we found the saw.   So, we packed ourselves up to go to the Christmas tree farm.  Scippio too!  We took our red car (with the license plate EGG II) because a) it was larger and b) it has a nice flat roof.

At the Christmas tree farm we hunted for the perfect tree.  Dad really wanted one of those Charlie Brown Christmas Trees, but Mom and I wanted the biggest  tree possible!  But I like them bushy and mom likes space between the branches so the ornaments hang nicely.  The farm had a medium sized house by the parking lot that was a pale cream color, in addition to selling trees, the farm sold garland and wreathes.  The property was almost all wooded with Christmas trees.  Mom thought Scippio would have a fun time – and maybe prevent us from getting lost...  But, we still managed to get lost.  But we did find a great tree that we all could agree on.  And Dad and I some how were able to control the saw enough to use it to cut down the tree while Scippio pranced circles around us barking encouragement.

Mom and Dad alternated lugging the tree as I tried unsuccessfully to use a compass.  After about thirty minutes of doing this Scippio ran ahead.  I tried to catch up to him when I saw the cream colored house.  Once Mom and Dad caught up to me, Scippio came back, and Mom and Dad paid for our Christmas tree, tied it to the roof of the car and took us all home. And that’s how we got our Christmas tree this year.

Peace to ya, Farm Girl