It is a tradition in our household every year to go shopping for our Christmas tree on St. Nicholas' feast day. So yesterday, in the cold and rain, we went shopping for the perfect tree. We went to our favorite tree lot, across from the new Burlington Coat Factory, and searched far and wide for what will be the holiday centerpiece of our living room. After debating, we came across this beauty...
It wasn't long before we were on our way home with our tree strapped to the top of the vehicle. And after Mom and I spent longer than we liked to get the tree level in the stand, we sat and watched a holiday classic--The Polar Express.
Tonight we spent the evening putting the finishing touches on the tree. It has always been our tradition to let me do the dirty work--string the lights and place the ribbon. The little ones have the fun tasks of placing the ornaments in their own special areas. Of course, their placement is only a suggestion, as Mom gets the final say after bedtime.
In our search for and decoration of the tree, we always experience such wonderful joy. There is so much anticipation and so much excitement. And as we anticipate the true reason for the season--the coming of the Savior--we see the tree as an opportunity to realize joy.
Oh Christmas Tree! Oh Christmas Tree! How beautiful thy branches!
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