A Family Tree Tradition

First, check on the chickens...make sure they are still there and laying their eggs and that at least 2-3 people remind you NOT to let the chickens because they can bite your hand off. 

While daddy goes to get the saw and tree tags, go measure yourself next to the snowman so that mom can be reminded of how darn big you are getting and how she wishes the notches on the snowman wouldn't go any further than where they are right now. 

Next, be as silly as can be with as many people watching. 

Now we let the "hunt" begin. What does this extreme search consist of? Well, first things first...make sure you play hide and seek around trees, stand on the stumps already claimed and sing "Extravaganzaglorious" with mom as loud as you can. 

Finally, you will scout the perfect one. The one with minimal holes, little lean, and pleasantly full while not too tall. When this happens, you will likely sing, "God bless this Christmas tree..." 

Let the sawing begin...

"Timberrrrr"

Drag that bad boy out...teamwork, of course. 

Some celebratory tree dancing!!! 

After you tag your tree, head back to the campfire. You'll need to wait for the nice guys to clean and bag the tree...may as well make time for some extreme sporting...such as climbing huge mulch piles....

Making friends on pipe tunnels. 

Smile for your super annoying mom that's still following you around with the camera.

And finally have someone roast marshmallows while you eat them raw out of the bag! 

And that's about it. There's a small chance you'll need to convince a certain 4 year old to leave this amazing slice of Heaven...but hopefully, decorating the tree and meeting Bob Foddle (Elf on the Shelf) will be enough to entice the peaceful "God blessed" exit.