Every year, on the first weekend of December, my family will go out find a Christmas tree. We'll drive out to this place called Urqhart's, a tree farm in Plymouth. We'll take the hayride all the way out to the back field, and wander around until we find a tree that we like. When we find one that will fit in our house and hold all our ornaments, my dad will crawl under it to cut it down. When it starts to tip over, the rest of us will yell, "TIMBER!" until it hits the ground. Afterwards, we'll go to big barn at the front of the farm, and he'll buy us all cookies and cocoa at the gift shop.