Good morning once again everyone! I hope you are all fine and enjoying your day so far. Well, Christmas is only 3 days away and I imagine a lot of you are busy with preparing things, getting ready for family dinners, gifts being wrapped and stacked under the tree for Christmas morning. There are a lot of Christmas traditions people have. In our family we always opened presents Christmas morning, but some do it on Christmas Eve. One year dad and I had gone out on our yearly trip and found what we thought was a perfect tree. Dad kind of measured it with his arms and said it would be the perfect height.
He was a bit off, by about 18 inches (45cm). So we took it back outside and he cut it shorter. Still too tall since we had a star decoration to go on top of the tree. Back outside and he cut it down some more. Mom suggested he should measure it properly. He said that would not be necessary. It was much too short now. Later that morning we were back out looking for another tree. There was not much snow that year so it was easy walking around. Until suddenly dad yelled as he fell into a hole. Well, not really a hole, but a space between two outcrops of granite.
He said his feet were stuck at the bottom and could not move either one. I suggested taking his boots off. Dad just looked at me. That did it, I was laughing again. I started clearing the snow off the rocks. Dad yelled to stop, the snow was falling into that space and getting into his boots. I suggested again, to take his boots off. He bent over to try and hit his head on the rock. He groaned. I tried pulling him out, that was a waste of time. I said to turn sideways and I started to turn him. He yelled again and said he can’t turn. That was because of another waist problem, which was getting bigger every year.
Dad gave his sarcastic laugh when I mentioned that. And of course that got me laughing even more that before. I suggested he should take his parka off, that would make him looser around the middle and might help to get him out. He thought for a moment and decided to give it a try. Amazing. He could not get the zipper fully off though, but I pulled his parka off anyway. He made some odd noises as the zipper passed over his nose. “I think the zipper is broken,” I said. “That’s not all that is broken,” said dad. I wonder what he meant by that? I tossed his parka in the snow.
Then I told him to hold my arms while I pulled. Unfortunately I slipped on the rock and fell with my knees on dad’s shoulders, scraping his ears and knocking his glasses off down between the rocks. “My glasses!”, dad yelled. “Did you lose them again?,” I asked, “you need to be more careful.” “Bonehead!”, he said. He tried to bend over to get them and hit his head on the rock again. He groaned again. I laughed again. He was getting cold so wanted his parka back. I dragged it over and put it down on him. I guess some snow came along and went down dad’s neck, actually all over him.
He yelled again. I laughed again. Finally I joined him down there, and being smaller, I could bend down and try to turn his feet. I tried but nothing worked, until I gave a great big tug and his one foot turned sideways. Dad screamed for some reason. But I could not reach the other foot so I told dad to move his loose foot. He hardly moved it at all, so I pulled on his leg and moved it out of the way. Dad yelled again. I laughed again, well, actually I was still laughing from before.
I had to push the other foot in the opposite direction to get it unstuck, but it worked. Dad yelled. I continued laughing. But we did find a nice tree right after that. Dad even found his glasses. I related the morning events to mom when we got home. Mom looked at dad and said, “good thing Steve is with you all the time, what would you do if he wasn’t there?” “Have a safe and quiet trip,” he replied. Not sure what he meant by that. Well, the birds are busy and it looks like it is time for more coffee, don’t you agree? Have a wonderful Wednesday and God bless!
Steve and Muffin.
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