I hope you all had the kind of Thanksgiving in which you knew to Whom you were giving thanks. And in which you were able to feast and enjoy the company of loved ones. The rest is all gravy, right? Ours had all the right ingredients.
We did our annual Christmas Tree Hunt on Saturday. I used to be a bit of hardliner when it came to what kind of tree people got, real or artificial, looking down my nose somewhat at the fake tree people. The years have mellowed me – what does it really matter, after all? I love the smell of a fresh scotch pine in our living room, but you can just as well light a pine-scented candle and have all the same ambiance. As we get older, I can see the day coming when we’ll realize that an artificial tree is just perfect for our needs.
Still, there’s something nostalgic about going out to a Christmas tree farm and strolling amid all the possibilities, looking for just the right one with the right shape, height and needle length.
This year we found ours almost immediately, which doesn’t happen often. Our son and daughter-in-law were with us, looking for their tree. When we told them we’d already found ours, our son thought surely we were being too hasty. “Are you sure? You should look around some more!” It was very un-entish of us, that’s for sure (you won’t get that comment unless you’ve read Lord of the Rings, sorry).
We paid for our tree and I went around taking photos while waiting for the other tree to be selected.
The triumphant processional of the tree carrying has been enacted many times over the years. It is the only kind of hunting that we do, so there is a certain amount of pride in the conquest.
True story: I was at a veterinarian’s office many years ago around this time of year and at one point he looked out the window and saw a truck going by with all sorts of cut Christmas trees on it. His face darkened, he shook his head angrily, and said “MURDERERS.” It seemed a bit over the top and very Gollum-ish (if I may continue the LOTR theme).
We are officially in the Advent season, the start of the church year. I love Advent, the time when we await the Lord’s coming each year. We put our evergreens in our homes and remember that He rules and reigns for eternity. We put lights on our trees and celebrate the Light that came into the darkness. He has come; He will come again.
This has been Monday Musings with Lynniebeemuseoday.
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