What could possibly go wrong when hunting the rare North American Christmas Tree with your intrepid family?

Every year comes our annual Christmas tree hunting/stalking/butchering expedition to the North Pole. Because after all, it just isn’t Christmas until

  • near death experiences have been lived
  • tempers have flared
  • marriage vows have been stretched and re-thought
  • small children have cried
  • large adults have cried
  • and my Charlie Brown tree is safely kerplunked in my living room.

For those of you who enjoy killing the spirit of Christmas and making Baby Jesus cry by purchasing a plastic tree, I will pray for you. But oh sugar plum fairy, you are missing out! Read more