Christmas Tree

Every year, we cut down our own Christmas tree. This year was no exception. We have gone to the same Christmas tree farm ever since moving to Minnesota. There is something fun about tramping around looking for the perfect tree. The tree was hauled home in the back of the Van. It will take several days to decorate it. I still have decorations that my boys made for me when they were children. I have old glass balls that were given to me by my Great Uncle. There are little ceramic angels that my Mother gave me. Bob made some wooden decorations one year and I painted them. The decorations bring back happy memories. Sometimes, they cause a tear or two. I miss the loved ones who have gone ahead of me. Christmas is a tender time of remembering.