Last week we drove to a nearby lot and picked out our Christmas Tree. It was dark and no one was there but there was a note stating to just leave your money by the door. Nice and a bit scary that people are so trusting still. We walked the rows of trees and found a couple that looked like a good fit for us, and then made the final decision. It was a winner.
It took a few days before we brought it in and decorated it. There really is nothing like a real tree. I have such good childhood memories of going to cut one as a family. Trudging through the snow, singing Christmas songs, throwing snowballs at each other, Dad chopping it down and hauling it back to the car.
Not until I became a parent myself did I fully appreciate these memories that my parents worked hard at to make for us. Its not easy, as I'm realizing. Life is busy, full of commitments and such, but how thankful I am for my good parents and all the memories they have given to me.
I hope that our kids will have memories of their own that stay with them and that they will think of with great fondness.
Thar she is, in all her glory!
And just to top things off, a good waltz around the kitchen to Manheim Steamroller.
It's feeling like Christmas!