On a sleigh with work horses pulling steadily their breath rising in hot clouds. Snow crunching underfoot, following each other out across fields among balsams. Finding the just-right tree and watching with Sprout as T and Bean sawed the tree down together with a hand saw. Back and forth, back and forth, and then dragging it to the road where the horses could pull the sleigh. Then hot chocolate; cookies; and carols in the car on the way home.