On a crisp, sunny morning, we set out.
When we arrived, I tried to take a picture of the kids. My efforts were fruitless. The children, in all their eagerness, could not be bothered with my attempts at creating memories.
So, bundled warmly, we began our search. It lasted nearly 30 seconds.
It seemed as if a light shone down from above and the angels sang and we had found the perfect tree. Our Christmas tree.
I tried to take a picture. My efforts were fruitless. The Man, in all his eagerness, began sawing, and could not be bothered with my attempts at creating memories.
I tried to capture him in action underneath the tree, sawing away. My efforts were fruitless. Too many branches down there.
And then we hauled our beautiful tree up to the barn to be wrapped. Hot apple cider warmed our bellies and our souls were filled with the joy and anticipation that only comes this time of year, as we await the birth of our savior.
I am ready for Christmas to begin.