Christmas crap

 I was in a peaceful slumber in the early morning of December 12th 2025, having the most wonderful dreams, UNTIL MY CRAZY DAD INTERRUPTED ME. 

He threw my doors open and was like, "HOWDY, MARCI!! GET UP, BECAUSE IT'S TIME TO GO CHRISTMAS TREE HUNTING!!!!!"

I grunted and rolled over to face away from him, because the last thing I wanted to do was go Christmas tree hunting at this hour. Like, it was still pitch-black outside, and it was also really cold and snowy out. It was our first snow of this winter, and I would have been excited if I had woken up more glamorously, but I guess this year it's been ruined. Thanks a lot, Dad.  

I barely had time to finish my milk before Dad was downstairs and yelling, "GET IN THE TRUCK! GET IN THE TRUCK! LET'S GOOOOOOO, Y'ALL!!"

Once everyone was in the truck and we were on the highway, it was already snowing really hard. The fields were flooded with water and a few ducks, and strangely enough, no one had turned on their lights. Like, the snow made it really dark, and I would have had my lights on. 

Dad turned on all his fans. You could hear them blowing really hard. Then they just stopped. 

"WHAT?!" Dad yelled. "Something's seriously wrong with this truck if the fans are going down!" 

He turned the knob a couple more times, but all that came out were a couple puffs of air. 

"We need to get this fixed! We won't be able to see!" 

I was beginning to get afraid that we were going to crash at this point, but the windows didn't seem to be fogging up or freezing over, so I relaxed a bit. 

"Are we okay???!!!"

Personally, I blame Dad's overuse of his fancy fan system, because all the vents were blowing out air pretty hard. Still, nothing was happening, but Dad was driving dangerously slow, and I tried to explain that an unexpected car could come up behind us and cause problems. He disagreed, saying that we could easily just pull over and let them by, but at this point we were on a bridge. 

Eventually we found a nice pine tree on the side of the. road, and Dad cut it down and put it in the back of the truck without any trouble at all. We drove back, and put the tree in the basement to dry off.