Christmas Tree Adventure 2010

Every year for the past year my family leaves my parents at home to make us hot chocolate while the rest of us go on an adventure to pick out the perfect Christmas tree. Over the years we've allowed various outsiders to observe as we participate in this sacred tradition. This year we allowed our good friend Dr. Super Genius Man John Vaz to join us. We figured we could use his extensive medical training to help us when someone was inevitably hurt in the violent games of tag we play each year while looking for the tree.

Here is the genius man himself with my youngest sister.

Nathan is lamenting the absence of a check in the card he just opened.

There we are, all bundled up and ready to go.

So begins the search. Pickings were slim as you can see.

"What about this one?"

"sorry Sarah, to short, plus theirs not enough room for presents underneath."

One hour gone and Daniel is getting tired, all the trees are starting to look the same.
and then we found it. After two hours of a meticulous run through of the entire field we happened upon "the fatty" wide and bulbous and with plenty of room underneath for presents we though we might have found "the one"

taking a second look from the other side.

Some of us were doubting that "Fatty" was the right tree for us so we played a game while we decided. Rules, real simple, catch the little remote control helicopter that Jordan has in his hands, and dont trip and die on all Christmas tree stumps.

Finally after a game of ninja it was decided that Fatty was not the tree for us and that it would be better to buy one of the ones that they had already precut and laid outfront. However we swore on oath and signed our names in blood that if the fatty is there next year we'll return and get it. String it with popcorn and give it the home it has been grown for ever since it was a little sprout.

On the tractor ride back we all agreed we had made a good decision.

and then some of us were just cold.

The last and final challenge was how do we get the tree that we did choose home? Since we sold the van we no longer have a massive car to transport things around in. We wound up lashing the tree to the roof of my dads car and drove very carefully all the way home. So ends the story of the Lagans search for a Christmas tree. A happy ending for us because we found the tree we had been wanting but a sad ending for Fatty who remains cold and shivering in the back left corner of the Christmas tree field just waiting for someone to go and pick him.