I read recently with some sadness about how a fellow blogger friend of mine had gotten his family Christmas Tree "from a lot" and I nearly wept, such was my trepidation for the future of the Nation. This is decidedly not how one is supposed to go about obtaining the family tree. One must, and I cannot stress this enough, venture forth into the Wilderness, just as Chevy Chase did in the epic Christmas Vacation, and battle the elements and, indeed, Nature herself in order to obtain the prize.
This is how we do it and, therefore, this is how it must be done. Enclosed please find pictures of this year's hunt for the Kincaide Family Christmas Tree. The site is a Christmas Tree preserve located about an hour and a half north of Detroit, deep in God's Country. Lot, indeed.
Above, please note that the quarry has been pinned down by my wife Jeannie and my daughter Laura. Moments later comes "The Moment of Truth":
Note the look of satisfaction on the face of the young huntress after she has made her kill! And now, a trophy shot:
So, there you have it. The game has been dressed, not field-dressed, more like Living Room dressed, and is now on display in our home. A local beastie has been employed to guard the prize:
As a finishing touch, we have surrounded the tree with an entire village, the residents of which spend most of their time looking up with wonder and awe at the tree which towers over them:
Such is our life on Christmas Eve, 2008. I wanted to take a moment to thank so many of you for enriching my life in the past year. I lift a glass o' Nog to you David von Ebers, and to you Democommie, and to you General, sir, and to Jay and Dave and Nomi and all the rest. Merry Christmas friends!