Jack and I went to a farm. It was shaping up to be a fun and normal Christmas adventure. We scoured the fields for the best tree. And Jack found the perfect one.

Once he selected the tree, he got out the saw and went to work. He had to get really low in order to cut the tree at the trunk. Lots of cutting. Again, a perfectly normal Christmas activity.

The tree was cut down, and we were ready to go. We got a cart and loaded up the tree on the cart. What fun! We were having a great time, just father and son. All alone in the field in the middle of nowhere. No other people in sight for about a mile. When all of a sudden …

A clown was right next to us. We did not see where he came from, but Jack thinks he came from the woods. He was hideously laughing and breathing heavy and telling us he was going to take that tree back to the woods.

We started to run, but Jack was afraid the clown would steal the tree. So he picked it up and started pulling it up the hill, so fast. We never looked back. We heard some weird voice, “I’m going to get that tree little boy.” We turned back and saw a whole group of clowns with knives so we ran as fast as cheetahs up the hill.

When we got back to the parking lot, we put the tree in the truck and drove away. Jack looked back and saw the angry clown gang chasing us. And then we finally got home and set the tree up.

What a perfect Christmas adventure!