Do You Have A Magic Holiday Memory?

cnp55
Sun, 20 Nov 2011 20:00:57 +0000

I remember one Christmas when I was maybe 12 or 13. We lived in a big old New England colonial that backed up to woodland and abandoned cow pastures growing up to scrub cedar trees. As I recall, my dad was away on a business trip and my mom was down with the flu. We didn’t have a Christmas tree yet, we couldn’t go out to buy one, and well … we needed a tree.

My brothers and I took the hand saw and went out through the snow and found a small cedar tree which we cut down and dragged home. We managed to get it all lit and decorated and surprised our parents. My mother remembered the specialness of that tree forever – she always said it was one of her favorites. And it did smell different!