We are chin deep in preparations for Christmas today.
The morning was devoted to writing cards and wrapping gifts. We have brought our cut tree inside, and the last hour was devoted to getting last year’s lights working. We will enjoy unpacking the ornaments and hanging them this evening.
In the meantime, you might enjoy a little post I wrote this time last year about Christmas trees. Like so much of the holiday traditions, it is hard to imagine a time when families didn’t decorate a Christmas tree each December. But Christmas trees are a fairly modern innovation in the Yuletide celebrations.
And I’m so glad Christmas trees gained acceptance in the United States, because I’ve always loved having a tree full of lights and color at Christmas! It took only a few minutes for the fresh, crisp aroma of our tree to fill the house.
This is the wonderful smell of Christmas we enjoy so much.
My dad used to always know someone with some property in the country where we could cut a tree for Christmas. It was a much anticipated family outing in the week before Christmas. He brought his old hand saw and some rope. We would walk together around the fields, considering one cedar tree and then another, until we found the perfect Christmas tree for the year.
It needed to be taller than Dad, but not too tall. We looked for one that was full and fat and without obvious holes or defects. Once we had all agreed on the best tree, Dad cut it, and we helped carry it to the family car, where it was carefully tied on top. Once home, Dad brought it into the living room and set it…
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