So the boys devised a plan B - leave the car at the house, and WALK to the nearby forest to get the tree. And lash it to a sled. And drag it home. Jem - poor sucker - agreed to their plan, and our heroes set out in the darkness, through the swirling snowflakes, with miners lights strapped to their heads - operation Christmas tree had begun.
Amazingly, everything from that moment on went well. The tree was chosen, cut down, dragged home along the road, dodging snow plows and occasional cars. What totally stunned us was the fact that the boys were the ones to motivate, organize and execute everything this year. Up until now, we have had to encourage and cajole them into really taking part - into decorating the tree, help putting it up, making gingerbread etc. This year they insisted on trudging out in inhuman conditions to make sure tradition was observed - and Jem says that neither of them complained, not even when Mikus was literally up to his waist in snow.
So there your go! Turns out that the combination of Dutch stubbornness, Latvian tradition-observance and Australian spunkiness makes fine young male specimens! If I do say so myself...
Here's hoping y'all had a wonderful Christmas with your own minor miracles - no matter how hot, or snowy it might have been.