O, Christmas Tree

Are you serious, Clark? Yep, we were. After an almost 9-hour drive back from Kansas City on Saturday we turned around first thing Sunday morning and headed to Woodstock to get our Christmas tree. Nope, not that Woodstock, but it might as well have been. Almost an hour and a half later we arrived at our destination - Oney's Tree Farm.

It was cold, but not too cold, and we were ready for it.

And so were the horses.

So after a trek through the tree farm, which was quite vast, and Pax fully equipped with his own saw...

We found her, and Pax got to work.

Wait, no, this is her, and Dad got to work.

After about ten minutes... wait, hold up. Dad, are those leg warmers? Who are you, Olivia Newton John?

Sorry, after about ten minutes and dad talking about a rotator cuff or something, we got her down and started the long walk back. I helped carry the light end of the tree until I couldn't carry it anymore.

Got her home and got her up, and then the real fun began. This was basically Paxton's first time decorating a Christmas tree.

And we found an old ornament of me. Those are my chubby cheeks on the left.

Here's the crew.

Here's the angel I made back in Kindergarten.

And here's a recap of the day, and what a wonderful day it was.