In the end, Lane was surprised at how easy it was to cut down the tree. Then again, it wasn’t a towering specimen, and he’d seen enough shows on the Discovery Channel to get the gist of it. Remy even hollered out, “Timber!,” though the tree hit the ground before he got the whole word out. Lane remembered seeing his father trim down the base of the trunk a little, angling it to make it fit in the tree stand, so he did that, as well, then stood back and leaned on the axe. “There you go. One Christmas tree.”
“It isn’t decorated,” Braden said.
“It isn’t even inside yet,” Remy told him. Grimacing at Lane, he asked, “How do we get it inside?”
Lane shrugged. “I don’t know. Drag it?”
“By myself?” Remy asked.
Lane patted the wooden handle he leaned against. “I have the axe, remember?”
But he
