Those wonderful traditions that make our holidays feel like home, that make them magical. Traditions that link past years with the present. Each family has their own. For me, the Christmas season begins right after Thanksgiving Dinner. That's when we go in search of our cedar tree to place by the front door. We began this tradition when The Boy was just a little guy. Year after year, we walked down the dirt road, after stuffing ourselves with a Thanksgiving feast, and picked out a special little tree to take back home with us to Louisiana. The tree always took its place next to the front door covered with lights. We no longer live in the city, but our tradition continues, and now The Boy cuts his own tree for his home.
This year was no different. After a wonderful lunch with our family, we loaded up in search of our little trees. My grandsons each picked out their own tiny tree to carry home.
Levi and Dylan choosing the "perfect" tree. |
Cedar trees tend to be a little like Charlie Brown's Christmas tree...a little scrappy. I like scrappy. |
The stars represent the Star of Bethlehem that announced the birth of Jesus. |
An old crock holds this years tree. |
My Radio Flyer is carrying a cedar tree and firewood. |
The old Santa used to stand on my Grandparents front porch at Christmas. |
Here's a Heart Rock for your Pocket:
“Do not be afraid, Mary; you have found favor with God. You will conceive and give birth to a son, and you are to call him Jesus." Luke 1:30-31
Wishing you God's best,
Elaine
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