Well, my Mom would spend hours looking, while the rest of us ran around playing our traditional game of "Hunt Chantel Down And Push Her In The Snow."
It was similar to an English fox hunt, only it ended with Chantel in tears, and the rest of us in time-out for a week.
(I asked Chantel if she had anything to add to this memory, but all she did was glare and turn off her webcam.)
If we ever came across a particularly amazing tree, we would run up and suggest it to my mom. But she never chose any of the ones we found.
(They always look smaller before you bring them home)
Once my Mom decided, all bets were off. She had the final say.
But we didn't mind. That wasn't really why we came to the farm. Now, where did Chantel go...?
One year, we were chasing Chantel through the Christmas tree field, and suddenly she disappeared. What the heck...?
We stopped, and looked around in confusion. We had been right behind her. Where did she go??
After a few seconds, we heard a little voice call "Hey guys? I'm in the hole."
She had fallen into this giant pit, camouflaged by all the snow.
We were laughing so hard, we could barely pull her out. It was the funniest thing that had ever happened- at least, the funniest thing at the Christmas tree farm!
Even now, We still laugh about that one.
I've tried to get Chantel to recreate it, but she refuses to go with me to a Christmas tree farm. Or even a snowy field.
I'm linking this to Chantel's carnival, Small Treasures Tuesday (which is open all week long). Because memories like these are a treasure.