Ramona. She was cold and confused. Why are we trekking across a tree field in the snow? Why aren't we home by the fire? Why are you all ignoring the fact that I'm freezing?
Henry, plenty warm.
Hot cocoa by the fire while we waited for the tractor to bring us and our tree back to our car.
Ramona finally starting to feel like tree-getting wasn't so awful.
Eli kept spouting off phrases like he was living in Christmas in Noisy Village. "Oh, isn't this joyous?" "What a lovely day to get our tree!" "This is all so beautiful, with the snow, and the trees!" "Everything is so jolly!" (Then: "ROASTED MARSHMALLOWS? OUTTA MY WAY!")