It was muddy Saturday. REALLY, REALLY muddy. The type of mud that just attracts even the most prissy of children. The perfect day to search for a Christmas tree! Really, for once, that is not sarcasm. Of all the types of messes a gaggle of kids can make, mud is the least of my worries. This year, I would have walked through a hailstorm to pick a tree with 4 happy girls and a smiling husband. The previous two years…that was not even close to the scenario we were working with.