A Georgia Girl in Germany

Every year right after Thanksgiving, the Boy Scouts (and Cub Scouts) set up in a lesser-used parking lot on base and sell fresh Christmas trees. This was Benjamin’s first year as an official scout, so it was his first year to (attempt to) sell the trees. Fortunately, most folks who stop have their mind set on buying a fresh tree, so don’t mind if parents help more than the scouts. Good thing, since Benjamin wasn’t much of a salesman.

He was much more interested in searching for tree scraps. He found this tree-top and wanted to bring it home with us. He finally settled on bringing home a small chunk of wood that was cut from the bottom of a tree to make it sit level. Key word was SMALL.

Fortunately, Zachary is a pro at the Boy Scout Christmas tree sales. I figured with the younger boys running around, the parents would appreciate help from an older scout. I know I did!

Benjamin liked working the tree netting, even when there wasn’t a tree being netted.

Labels: Benjamin, Boy Scouts, Christmas, Cub Scouts, Zachary