Tree is sitting on a table. It’s quiet at our house right now before Christmas. Family is arriving tomorrow. This year we have a smaller tree, one in a pot to be planted after the holidays. It’s small; we have to carry it. I think about the tree my dad cut down from our woods when I was growing up. One year he decided it would only have blue lights, and I recall being a little disappointed at that. But that’s he only disappointment he ever gave me, so how lucky was I? VERY!
When our kids were little we purchased our tree from the Boy Scouts. The lights that I bought way back then started shorting last year—they were old—so I threw them out before disaster happened. Now we have little ones, which match our little tree, and which are safe.
Christmas traditions change, but they also stay the same. Memories through the years, and new memories being created. Very grateful!
When our kids were little we purchased our tree from the Boy Scouts. The lights that I bought way back then started shorting last year—they were old—so I threw them out before disaster happened. Now we have little ones, which match our little tree, and which are safe.
Christmas traditions change, but they also stay the same. Memories through the years, and new memories being created. Very grateful!