Yesterday the Crankee Yankee and I put up our little Christmas tree. It was my parents’ tree, and most of the ornaments on it were placed by my mother; which makes this Christmas tree very special indeed. Most of the colored lights still work, and it is now in our bay window. Of course, that’s just one of the places one or two of our cats like to sleep there. But there’s room enough for them and the tree.
I remember my grandparents’ christmas tree well. My grandfather would cut down a smallish tree and place it in the living room. After that, my grandmother took over and decorated it. Later on, all the presents were nestled under the tree branches, and the smell of pine filled the air.
When I was about seven years old, my dad and I slogged through the snow to cut down our own Christmas tree. When we found the perfect tree, Dad would cut it down, and he and I would drag it out of the woods. As we walked, we sang Christmas songs; that was always my favorite part of the whole thing.
So now that we have our own little tree up, filled with ornaments and lit with colored lights, it feels very Christmasy. Funny how a Christmas tree can make us remember our childhood and how Christmas was when we when we were kids.
Even during these trying times, we can still celebrate Christmas, hopefully with love and joy.