I think my children grew up thinking Christmas trees came from Wal-Mart.
Wal-Mart Christmas trees have always been a family tradition. Each year we load into the car and drive to our local shopping center and walk through the automatic doors to the back of the store…..
…..and pick out our tree from the extensive available selection.
Isn’t that the way it’s done?
Don’t all Christmas trees come from a super center?
You’ve seen them.
Stacks and stacks of pine trees….pressed against the chain link fence in the garden center.
Solemnly standing, just waiting for a home.
Each tree….pre-cut and ready for Christmas.
But not this year.
This year was different.
This was the year of the freshly cut Christmas tree.
After all….we live in the country. Home of pecan pies and pumpkins and cows and fresh eggs and home-grown corn….
…..and acres and acres of evergreen trees.
This weekend we went out on our Christmas tree adventure. The air was cool and crisp and you could hear the branches crunching under our feet as we tramped through the back pasture in search of the perfect tree for our front porch. We made a few stops along the way to throw stones across the pond and look at the pine cones high on the branches and find fossils in the dirt and glimpse an occasional deer.
And then we saw it.
High on the hill with its branches waving in the wind.
There it was.
The perfect Christmas tree.
So we chopped the tree down along with a few of it’s closest neighbors to decorate the front porch and fresh greenery to deck the halls.
Then….amidst shouts of exultation and exuberant sounds of joy and laughter….we carried our trees home.
It was wonderful.
A new family tradition had begun.
We returned home victorious and completely and utterly Wal-Mart free.
And decked our halls and our front porch with our little gifts….
….from the crackling branch covered back pastures of the farms of Kentucky.