Christmas Tree Fun.

Hi everyone!  It’s nearly Christmas.  Dad and I went out every year in search of the perfect Christmas tree.  One would think that with all the trees we have it would be an easy thing to do.  Not so.  One year it was very cold.   Actually, that’s kind of normal.  But anyway, dad and I were off once again to get our tree.  There wasn’t really a lot of snow that year, maybe a foot (30cm) or so, therefore it should be quite easy.  We stopped at one spot and of course we needed to cross a ditch again.  You go first, says dad.  Naturally.

Betty coming to get a peanut.

Off I went across the ditch.  The snow was only ankle deep.  Not deep at all, I called back.  Dad started off.  I continued walking off into the trees.  I stopped.  Thought I heard something.  But it was windy so it was hard to tell.  I listened carefully.  Sounded like dad calling.  Hey, maybe he found a good tree already.  I turned around.  Hard to believe what I saw.  Dad was just sitting in the middle of the ditch yelling and waving.  Such an odd thing to do.  So I went back.

My lonely feeder after our last snowfall.

As I got closer I noticed that he wasn’t sitting.  He was up to his stomach in snow.  And with dad’s stomach, that was going to be a problem.  Apparently the snow was just hard packed from the wind.  Since dad was quite a bit heavier than me he fell through that hard packed layer of snow.  What a sight!  I burst out laughing.  Ha, ha, said dad, you’ll have to dig me out.  Can’t you just pull yourself out?, I asked.  When I try my hands just push through the snow, he said.  I started laughing again.  What am I supposed to dig with?  There’s a shovel in the car, said dad. 

But dad had the keys.  In his pocket.  Which was buried in the snow.  I dug down enough so I could get the keys.  Laughing the whole time.  Don’t know why dad didn’t see the humor in the situation.  I came back with the shovel.  Be careful, said dad.  I had a hard time digging due to continually laughing.  My poor stomach, I said finally.  Dad just said, ha, ha.  Things were going well but after tossing a shovel full of snow I swung the shovel back and accidentally hit Dad slightly on the back.

Sun setting on another day.

AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!  I said be careful, stated Dad.  That was barely a tap, I said.  Dad looked.  Probably get a lump from that, said dad.  Finally I was able to dig dad out.  Lost your boot, I said.  Dad looked.  He actually hadn’t noticed.  He bent over the hole to look.  So did I.  Now, dad claimed I bumped him rather hard.  Actually, I barely touched him.  He dropped his glasses in the hole.  I’ll get them, I said, and jumped into the hole.  AAAAAAAA!!!!!, said dad, be careful.  Wow, did his eyes ever get big!  I found his glasses and boot, which was full of snow.

Followed by the moon that night.

Dad’s foot was getting wet.  Should have brought extra socks, I said.  I know what I shouldn’t have brought, he answered.  Not sure what he meant by that.  We actually found a tree rather quickly.  Amazing.  Dad took a long way back to the car, he didn’t want to cross that ditch again.  I took the short way.  After all that we needed some coffee.  So we went to our favorite coffee shop.  Are you ever going to stop laughing?, asked dad.  Nothing like a cup of hot coffee on a cold winter day.  Or any day for that matter.  I hope you all have a great day and God bless!

Steve and Muffin.

© 2019 Steve McLeod.

18 Comments on “Christmas Tree Fun.

    • Yep, and it wasn’t the only time something like that happened, I think it was 3 times he fell through the snow like that on different trips!😂😂⛄Thanks for reading Nina!


      • Oh goodness! Haha!! I once got stuck in a snow bank up to my waist—one leg went through the snow and my boot got buried. Yep. Been there. Had to dig my way out. Figure it took me about an hour.
        It really is a wonderful thing to bring a tree into the home during winter. Smells so nice! 🌲. See ya next time, Steve! Please give Muffin a scratch from me too.😻

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      • Thanks so much Nina! hehe! That would have been fun!
        Nothing like the smell of a real tree. One of those childhood Christmas memories. Sometimes I think we miss a lot in our modern society. Still, I guess there is convenience in a fake tree.
        Muffin meows thanks!😻Have a wonderful day!😃😺⛄🎄


      • We do miss out so much…but yes, convenience.
        Don’t miss out on my new video just posted. Totally different reading another’s words. Super fun collaboration! 😊.

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  1. Oh, your poor dad. Kids see humor in almost everything. I did something similar when the storm swept away our rooftop. It was hilarious for me but my mother yelled “shut up!”
    Betty doesn’t look like she come for peanuts, she looks like she demands it. 😂

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    • There was actually 3 different times when my dad fell through snow like that, the worst time is yet to come!😂🙄And it doesn’t take much to get me laughing, and when I start its hard to stop.😄🤪
      Yes, she does have that look all right, she was never very brave before but is getting more brave all the time, chasing other blue jays away so she can have first pick of peanuts.😲😂😁
      Have a wonderful day Jessica!😃😺⛄🎄


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