We do it every year. In fact, it's been a family tradition since our kids were babies. Check it out.
And today we went again. Only instead of stuffing the tree into our trunk like a mafia victim, we chose to use our utility trailer so our new Christmas tree could ride home in style.
And what a tree it was. Short, fat, round - an odd little tree like no other we had captured before. More like a Christmas bush than an actual tree. But with my job in jeopardy, we are on a very tight budget this year, and the place we like to use charges by the foot. So when the kids found this little 5 foot tree straight off the Island of Misfits, we knew we had this year's prize.
By the time we had played on the hay bale mountain, poked around the gift shop and had hot chocolate, it was already dark. So we threw the wrapped up tree into the trailer and hit the highway for the 15 mile drive home.
But then something went horribly wrong. As soon as we climbed out of the car Roseanna turned toward the trailer and screamed, "Dad... where is the tree?!!!" The only thing I could muster for a response was "Holy sh*t!"
Sure enough, it was true. Our tree is gone. And now, somewhere between the tree farm and our house, a bound and gagged dwarf Christmas bush is lying in a ditch on the side of the highway. I know this because I promptly backed out of the driveway and drove the 30 mile round trip in search of the missing spruce. And nowhere along the way did I see a tree in the middle of the road - or any overturned cars or emergency vehicles.
And so tomorrow morning as soon as the sun comes up, I'm going to make the journey again when I can actually see into the ditch, and with any luck at all, I'll be bringing home our Christmas.
Oh, and yes they'll be an update tomorrow. You can count on it.