“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?
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