The coming of Christmas is a frenzy of activity, getting everyone to our home, corralling them from running and romping over Fair Haven. Driving into the hills to the farm that has faithfully raised our tree throughout the years and unleashing our herd to select a dozen or two of “this is a good one”. Ours is finally found, harvested to cheering, triumphantly hauled by tiny hands to the truck, a hayride around the field before all are aboard the Christmas caroling caravan home. Boxes and boxes of lights and ornaments are unpacked and tiny, young, and old gnarled hands, set upon our tree with abandoned, robing her in debutant fashion. Cocoa’s hot chocolate is made, the sun sets, the star and angel finally crown the tree, the lights are off and another set of tiny hands plugs in the juice, and our tree is presented for her final destiny, she is the luckiest evergreen on earth, she is our Christmas Tree welcoming in Christ’s birth remembered once again, “Come let us adore (all) Him…”
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| After the presentation of our tree, we all have dinner and watch a Christmas movie, Holiday Inn this year. |
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