🎄 One of my favorite parts of Christmas is the Christmas tree. The day after thanksgiving we start to see pines laying on the roofs of cars,strapped down by rope. Others are seen stuffed in trunks that are half open. Tree stands pop up everywhere-people trying to make a buck. It is so common of a tradition but yet a favorite of mine that has much meaning to me.
First you have to pick out a tree. This involves getting the family together. Second we cut a piece of the trunk off,drill a hole in it and turn it into an ornament adorned with the current year. Thirdly we string the lights and the best part-hanging the ornaments! O the joy of unwrapping each fragile ornament from it's paper! The memories each one holds. Ornaments of my childhood,ornaments the kids have made,ornaments given in memory of ones held dear. The fOurth reason I love the Christmas tree is it's beautiful glow and twinkle when all else is dark. It brings out it's charm and warms my heart like hot cocoa does my hands.
O Christmas tree-without you the season wouldn't be complete!
