this weekend, james and i took a long drive into the country to pick out our very first christmas tree.
james was sure to don his best lumberjack coat and
matching hat. the hunt was long and difficult.
we really wished there was hot chocolate and donuts to eat but our hunger pains subsided when we finally found our perfect little buddy. we set right to work. with only a few swift cuts, our pine-y guy was ready to make his way with us back with us to the big city. we strapped him onto the top of james’s trusty car and brought him home. the end.
ps. it’s awfully hard to avoid sounding like a sap-thirsty killer when writing a story about cutting down a christmas tree. sorry ’bout the damage little buddy.