Every year, since the beginning of time, the Artherhults clan (Amanda's family) and the Green clan (her Godparents) have met the first weekend of December to find their Christmas trees. I was pleased to participate in this year's ritual. Here's how it goes:
First, everyone scrambles.
Too expensive.
Too young.
Finally, the oldest and wisest of the Artherhults clan (left) sets his eyes on the prize...
...and commands the newest family member to chop it down for his daughter's honor. He must also wear a silly hat.
Wait. What? You're joking, right?
Nope.
Alas, the tree falls. Everyone is stoked.
The tree is hauled away to be wrapped and transported back to the Artherhults home.
The end.
You can see Amber's blog for more images.