I grumbled when my 8-year-old wanted me to take her to one of those tree-cutting places. I grumbled more when the woman said it was $60 for the privilege of doing all the labor ourselves. I’d set out to buy a Charlie Brown Christmas tree (you know the type, right?), and I couldn’t see myself pay sixty bucks for that. So, as all parents do, we altered plans.
Violette and I went out to saw down our own tree, so I caught (almost all of) it on film. (There was a little issue of her accidentally not recording the actual sawing.) Here’s the video.
And a Happy Holidays to you from me, my family, and from the gang here at Dad-o-Matic. I’ll let Jeff and Pai and others say it their way, but I wanted to add to the chorus.