Christmas Trees

We cut our tree down every year at the same farm. And every year we cut it down the day after Thanksgiving. Tradition is important.

This we encountered some new things. First, the farm had completely re-done the main buildings. Now it resembles a little main street with games for kids and a chicken coop. The coop was in the shade so there are no pictures. Even though I know want chickens to live in my backyard.

We saw an albino Christmas Tree.

Well alright, not truly albino. It didn’t have pink eyes or anything.

And there were prickly pears.

And there was music everywhere. So Bert sang.

Then he fell in love with a tree.

Then he cut it down.

Then we laughed at the ease with which the saw cut through the trunk this year.

Bert had the tree down in less than a minute.

And we walked it back to the office.

Then they shook the bees out.

And bagged it up.

Hoisted it on top of Millie.

And I got a Christmas Tree Rash.

The End.

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