“Do you think you need a chainsaw for that one?” A worker at the Christmas tree farm said as he passed us on the lot.
Every year our youngest son wants a freshly cut tree, and he really gets into picking out the largest one he can find. I wasn’t sure we were going to be able to get this monstrosity in the house. Even the handsaw we were given to use wasn’t big enough to get through the trunk. But in a few seconds the chainsaw the man brought cut through it like butter, and the handsaw was saved some unnecessary wear on its teeth.
It hardly seems like Christmas yet. Even though music is playing on the radio and stores are decorated, it is still in the 60’s and 70’s here in Georgia. After walking around the tree lot, I was starting to sweat and long for a cold bottle of water. I must say, the free hot chocolate being handed out didn’t have many takers that day.
But I can remember some Christmases where I could barely feel my toes in my shoes while walking around trying to select a tree. I was willing to take the first and closest one to the truck just to get back inside. Ah, Christmas in the south. You never know what you will get!
But weather is not what makes Christmas anyway. It’s remembering the reason we decorate, give gifts, and visit with family and friends. It’s all about Jesus.
Not all of life’s curves are difficult. Some are as fun as an amusement park ride. Like Christmas.
What are some of your Christmas tree memories?