Every year, when we were not living half-way
around the world, we would go to my Granny’s house for Thanksgiving. My Grandpa grew Christmas trees on several of
his acres.
We would always go out on Sunday after lunch and cut one down to take home.
We would always go out on Sunday after lunch and cut one down to take home.
Driving the winding roads of West Virginia
back to our home with a tree securely tethered to our car roof was an adventure
all by itself. Stopping every so often so my parents could re-secure the ropes,
watching stray branches flap around outside our window and cheering my dad on
as he bundled the tree in through the back door.
Putting up my tree today has me thinking
about that wonderful tradition and memory of my childhood. I have chopped down and dragged out my own
trees several times in my adult life creating adventures for my own children.
As you reflect on some of your own
Christmas Tree adventures enjoy this week’s Bringing Home the Tree.
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