Only God Can Make a Tree...

This is deer hunting season in Wisconsin. It's that time of year when some 600,000 heavily armed people walk through the woods and shoot at Bambi.

That's a heck of a lot of bullets flying around over a two week period.

So what do we do?

We decide to take a walk through the woods to find our Christmas Tree...



Here are the kids posing among the trees and dodging bullets...



Goofing around was the norm, as usual...



Lots of discussion ensued as to what characterized the perfect Christmas Tree...



But amidst our confusion and indecision, a light broke through the clouds, almost as if a divine path was being lit to the perfect Christmas Tree...



We finally found it.

It was perfect.

It was beautiful.

To quote a few stanzas from the poet Alfred Joyce Kilmer:

I think I shall never see
A poem as lovely as a tree.

Poems are made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.



We finally found our most perfect Christmas Tree.

Made by God himself.

So we chopped it down and killed it.

And as we loaded our dying tree it in the van, we passed this sign...



According to my calculations, killing our tree means that seven people will suffocate tonight.

Merry Christmas.