'Himber!!!!;
It's that time of year again! A time when many, well make that some... ok, it's a few people and families that head into the woods to find their Christmas tree. When I was young, I lived in the city, so we mostly bought our tree's from pop-lots on street corners and in mall parking lots. I still loved the excitement of piling into the car with my siblings, (my mother stayed at home) and heading to the lot, with the high strings of white lights, to pick out a tree.
When I was about 10 however, my mother sat us down one year to tell us that our sister had allergies. That meant we had to get an artificial tree. We all complained, no more than my sister, who insisted she wasn't allergic. When she moved out and got married, she insisted on getting a real tree and was always fine. She and I are sure our mother made up her allergies because of all the work and mess of a real tree.
When I finally bought my own house in my late 20's, it was back to getting real tree's. Although I mostly got them from mall parking lots, I did have one year of joining my friends on a mountain adventure. We drove up in their truck, and drove around a tree lot in several feet of snow. We had to point out our tree, for the lot owner to go back and chop it down, so it was fresh for us to take home.
The choosing the tree was fun, the dealing with it was a headache. It was far too big for my living room and the mess and all the extra branches to cut off and deal with, made that trip to the woods, my last for a Christmas tree. Over the last few years, I'm rarely home on Christmas Day, so it's back to an artificial, less muss and fuss. I now forgive my mother for her fib.
Now, if I were to get a real tree again, I would do just as Mark, (StudioMGphotography) did for his tree for he, Mike and his furry family. I'd hire two hot hunks, ask them to strip down and find me the best looking tree. Mark actually hired just one hot hunk, Cade. (with the dark hair) Cade was smart though,, he knew that two hands, and two heads, are better than one, especially for such a big job. Cade managed to convince his hot blond friend to come along
Cade knew the task required more than just finding the perfect tree. There was also cutting it down, trimming the extra long branches, and then hauling the tree back to the house. Then of course, there's getting it into the stand. Given the tree was destined for the living room of two photographers, Cade was also aware, that the pants had to be dropped before the tree could be chopped. He and his buddy were more than up for the job, although I hear they were scrubbing sap from their crotches and crevasses for days.
Of course given the hazards of the job, beyond just the sap, the guys had to practice proper protocols for wood work. When the tree was started to fall however, they could hear Mark yelling behind them. At first they assumed he was yelling 'Timber,' to warn anyone close to be careful. They soon realized that it was actually 'Himber' Mark was yelling. Mark wasn't really warning any passerby's about the falling tree, he was sending out the bat signal that there were hot naked men in the area.
Him being, well, the two naked hims. Ber, is the Yiddish name for bear. Now.... although Cade is a little furry, especially around his beautiful butt, I wouldn't consider either he or his friend a bear. I'm not sure that Mark's loud call actually scared anyone away though. If anything, it may have drawn a few peaks from behind the pines. I mean if you're out in the woods looking for a naked hottie, you're most likely not that picky about who you run into. A bear, an otter or even a pair of hot cubs carrying a Christmas tree. In the deep woods, and along the beaten path, any nude meat and greet is generally more than welcome!
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