Looking

The target

It was about this time of year, as I remember,
yep!  I'm pretty sure it was the middle of December;
mother would say, you boys go and get a tree,
and off we would go, my brother and me.

Down through the woods, often in the snow,
but she wouldn't send us out if it was 20 below;
looking for the Balsam Fir, not that elusive really,
hurry up! find the thing, it's gettin' kinda chilly!

Finally, we found one about 7 feet,
yep! we're pretty sure, it'd be hard to beat;
so on we go, hill and dale, drag the thing behind,
in the end it's pretty, I can see it in my mind.

"How 'bout that one, over there?"