Jeanne

Of all the holidays, I love Christmas best, and one of the reasons I love it is because my boys and I make the traditional hunt for the Christmas tree to beat all previous Christmas trees. As the boys have grown, the tradition has changed. When they were young, they searched through the Home Depot trees, found possibilities, and voted on their favorite. Now that they are older, the tradition has expanded to walking through a Christmas tree farm and chopping down the one that will live longer and, therefore, fill the living room for almost all of December. My role every year is to remind them that we are out in the big, wide world, and their first choice is not going to fit in our short, narrow living room. They have wandered off out of sight, found a possible tree, and then I have to find them as they call my name from what seems like miles away. By the fourth possible tree, I have had more exercise than I have had in a week, and I couldn't care less what the tree looks like. They vote, they saw down to a deeper smell of evergreen, they brag how they found the best tree ever, and I start crawling back to the van, ready for a long winter's nap.

You, too, can find your own [|tree] and start a new spin on an old tradition.





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