These cute little faces helped us find the perfect tree.
A little fun ensued.
Sometimes with a little help...
Last year, as we adjusted to our new location, we found a little Christmas Tree farm on a quiet afternoon. The trees were beautiful. So this year we returned, on the busiest afternoon of the year. Perhaps those first snow flakes made it the perfect day to find a Christmas tree.
Our scouting group has grown a bit, even though Nikela wasn't with us, as we couldn't find a day with busy holiday schedules that allowed everyone to participate.
It was a serious job...
Though the perfect little spruce emerged cloaked in smiles.
Ron relinquished the saw to the little aforephotoed girl in the purple hat. 
The troops headed back to the barn.
Hot cider warmed spirits as the tree was wrapped and prepared for the trip home. (Imagine, Mike, you and Ron just sipping hot cider...)
All aboard!
It was a fun afternoon, but it certainly isn't Montana. On our way home we savored hot pizza instead of dining at the Road Kill Cafe in McLeod...well, like I said, "It just isn't quite Montana."
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