The Love and Magic of Christmas Returns Every year
The joys of Christmases past add to our memories.
This year I again plan on buying that perfect Fraser Fur and making it the showpiece of my living room. Besides being expensive, it is a big-time commitment that takes considerable muscle.
It begins with getting it up three flights of stairs, into the tree stand, straight, to maneuvering up and down those same stairs with boxes of lights and ornaments and decorations. It’s strenuous and not for the weak or sleep-deprived.
I wouldn’t change a thing. The effort to create what will a living jewel is worth every bit of sweat and a testament to the light and hope so evident in the holiday season. What’s worth keeping is worth working for.
Every year I say without hesitation, “This is the best tree ever.” And I compare it to the previous year’s. And it is the best tree ever.
Every year.
But all my trees from the time I was a child have been the best ones. The reason? They were there. Not because they were the most beautiful, but because of the time spent with my family.
I remember those trees of long ago and all the other stuff that went into the tree and activities of the season.
