A Tree of Memories
I remember my first tree. I had just landed my first job and moved out of the house. I had arrived. I went with a little fake table top model; I was living in a studio.
I opted for a Victorian Motif – mother of pearl ornaments, cherubs, white lights and so on. The tree looked picture perfect despite its diminutive stature. It looked like a tree you would see in a shop window, not in a warm and cozy den. Admittedly, I didn’t have a den, but isn’t that the idea?
20 some odd years later, our tree is a far cry from those early days. Now, it’s a tree of memories. Part of our holiday routine is going out to select the tree. That one is too tall, that one is too sparse, and inevitably we settle on what we believe is the perfect tree.
Once in our home, the pine aroma fills the house – marking the start of the holiday season. We string the lights and then it’s time – the ornaments!
Here’s wishing warm memories this holiday season . . .