It is cold outside, snow is falling, tissue paper snowflakes are taped to the windows...it is tree fetching time...
Not one, but two excursions, found us this very tree. My husband and I have very different views of the perfect Christmas tree. For me, I have vivid memories of the trees of my childhood...full and abundant, without a single void in the greenery. For Josh, he simply wants to find it ourselves, and if the children are happy, he is content.
I would love to be content with whatever conifer the kids find, but at the back of my mind, I have images from Charlie Brown's Christmas movie...and that sparse little stick of a tree bedecked in lights and ornaments just keeps popping into my mind. (It doesn't help that on more than one occasion, we have been teased for having a Charlie Brown Christmas tree...)
But Josh is right...our kids won't care about the size of the tree or the ornaments that hang on it. They might remember hiking into the mountains, laughing and dodging snowballs, searching for the very best tree of all. They might remember Sunshine finding the best one, way off in the distance. They might remember Forrest with his running commentary on every. single. tree out there, "Oh, that one is nice and tall and skinny...Wait, there is one that is perfect except it is twenty feet tall...See that one, it is just right, except it is a larch." And they might remember that Huckley slept through our adventures only to awaken back at home and wonder when we might begin.
So, I let go a little bit, and stand back...soaking in the holiday merriment as the children pull out ornaments from years gone by and carols fill the room. Petty squabbles are suspended for this festive activity that fills our hearts with warmth and happiness. They help each other more, they admire things together, they relax into the peace of the moment.