Another Christmas Tree Adventure!

Hello everyone and Merry Christmas to all of you! Steve here from Steve’s Country with another story of my dad and I out looking for the perfect Christmas tree! This is something we did every year, so it was kind of a family tradition, though it was just dad and I, so get yourself a coffee, sit back and relax for a few minutes with us.

Dad suggested one day that we should go look for our Christmas tree. “Okay,” I said, “but the snow is deep again so we better take snowshoes with us.” “No snowshoes,” he said, ” I remember what happened last year.” However, mom talked him into it and off we went on our adventure! “This looks like a good spot,” said dad. We put on our snowshoes and went across the ditch with no problems, dad was actually walking very well compared to last year. Until we got in the trees, then things changed. I had to move this one low hanging branch on a spruce tree, so I called out to dad to be careful. Back went the branch and I heard dad yell. I turned around and there was dad lying on his back in the snow. “Are you tired already?”, I asked him, then started to laugh. “Stop laughing and help me get up,” he said. I went closer to grab his arm and dad yelled, waving his arms.

There was always birds around, like this blue jay.

“I said help me, not bury me in the snow,” he said brushing away some snow from his face. “It’s just a little snow,” I said. “Move over a bit,” he suggested. So I naturally had to move my feet again and…dad yelled again. Okay, this time I kicked quite a bit of snow on him, accidentally. I helped brush away the snow. Dad started waving his arms again. “Get those wool mitts off my face,” he exclaimed. Forgot dad didn’t like wool against his skin. Finally he was standing again and off we went. I looked back to see how he was doing. Oh, oh, he’s standing on his snowshoe again.

And other birds, like this female purple finch.

The look on his face as he slowly went forward and then…floomp, face first in the snow. I go back and lift up his head out of the snow. “AAAAAA, my neck, let go,” he called out. So I did…and his head went face first back in the snow. He started waving his arms again so I decided to try and roll him over. It was going good until…”AAAAAA, my ankle,” he yelled. “Looks like it got twisted, you should be more careful,” I said. “I’m not doing anything,” he said. “That’s the problem, try turning your legs while I push,” I explained. He was finally on his back and close to a small birch tree. He was able to grab the tree and with me pushing and pulling he was finally standing again.

“We’re going to get worn out doing this every 50 feet,” I said. “It’s these crazy snowshoes,” he said, “I can walk better without them.” “The snow is too deep,” I reminded him. “I can do it,” he said. So he removed his snowshoes and sunk nearly to his waist in snow. “I can’t walk in this,” he said, “the snow is too deep.” “That’s what I said,” I reminded him, “you’ll have to put the snowshoes back on.” “How will I do that from down here?”, he asked. “Maybe if you sit on the front of my snowshoes,” I told him. He thought that might work, so I moved close. He yelled again, seems I touched his back with one of my snowshoes. Dad said I kicked him hard. He liked to exaggerate sometimes.

Plus red squirrels were everywhere.

He sat down and pushed my snowshoes down. I fell forward and landed on dad and we both ended up in the snow. “My glasses fell off,” he yelled. “You always lose your glasses,” I said. It took awhile but we were both finally up on our snowshoes. “Hey, there’s a nice looking tree,” I said. Dad agreed. “Hand me the saw,” he said. “I thought you had the saw,” I said. Dad just lowered his head, shaking it. Amazingly we made it back to the car quite easily even though I was laughing the whole time. “How do you manage to laugh so much?”, dad asked. “Practice,” I said while still laughing. When we got back home I told mom all about our adventure. She shook her head while laughing loud and long. Dad used to laugh about our adventures too, afterwards.

This is where we lived at the time.

Well, I do hope you enjoyed this story today. Please come and visit my blog over at Steve’s Country to find more such stories, plus other country related adventures and photos. I hope you are having a most wonderful day and God bless!

Steve (with Muffin watching).

©2020 Steve McLeod.

Author: stevescountry

37 thoughts on “Another Christmas Tree Adventure!”

  1. Steve, thank you for sharing another great memory! 🌲🌲 Wow, that was a lot of snow! ❄️❄️❄️❄️ We had a blizzard in 1977 in Colorado Springs and the snow accumulation nearly covered the cars and we had to use snowshoes to get around. Have not seen snowfall like that since that year. I miss it! What an adventure you had…thanks again! 😀

    1. Thanks Beverly, so glad you enjoyed it! Dad and I had so many such adventures, year round in different ways, looking for Christmas trees, fishing, hiking, looking for insulators, rock collecting. Literally dozens of adventures every year! I would write things down afterward so I wouldn’t forget details. But we had some adventures that were quite calm too, nothing funny happened. We always had a great time though. Have a great evening!😁😸🌙🌨🌨

      1. You’re welcome, Steve! I did indeed! That is wonderful that you were able to have so many adventures with your dad. Capturing the details immediately after the adventure was truly a treasure. Thanks, have a great evening as well! 😁🌙🌨😺

        1. Yes, we spent a lot of time together and I’m glad that I wrote things down quickly so I wouldn’t forget things.😁 There were some I didn’t do that for and I have forgotten a lot of the details for those.🤔

  2. Merry Christmas! We also go ‘hunting’ for our Christmas Tree. It’s a wonderful tradition that they kids love. We don’t have so many birds up here in the winter though. We have Ravens that stay year round and they are mainly near Banff and Lake Louise where they can find a snack. Lots of Whiskey Jacks who will steal the food right out of your mouth, and some smaller Chickadees who come to my bird feeder.
    I wish you a wonderful 2021 and I look forward to reading many more great stories.
    Alisen

    1. Hi Alisen! You must be at a high elevation there. Yes, those whiskey jacks are a fun bird, I have one that comes around nearly every day, there used to be 2, not sure what happened to the other one.
      Yes indeed, it’s fun to go out and get your own tree! And a nice family time too.
      Thank you so much, more stories will come along! I hope you have a happy 2021 as well.😀😺🌞

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