Christmas is only a month away! It's my favorite Holiday Season. Where I live, way up here in the frozen North, a white Christmas is guaranteed.
When the kids were still at home, we used to traipse into the bush each year and cut down the perfect tree. We knew exactly where to find it because we'd been looking for it since early summer. Every time we went to find a stray cow, or take the dogs for a walk in the bush, we'd be watching the trees, assessing how full they were, how good their shape was, if they were the perfect height.
We tied the tree to a toboggan and we took turns pulling it through the snow back to the house. When we got there, we dragged it into the basement and let the snow and ice melt off it for a few days before we took it upstairs to a place of honor in the living room. Then we'd all troop into the kitchen and have a nice mug of hot chocolate.
We didn't have a lot of money, but we would paint pinecones and make decorations out of a dough mixture, cut with cookie cutters. The kids and I would color them and put our names and the year on the back. Then we'd hang them on the tree. When the kids had gone to bed, the hubby and I would rearrange them, because most of the decorations were on the lower branches that the kids could reach.
The kids have grown up now, and have children of their own. My tree is an artificial one that I use year after year, but I still love those decorations and each year I get out the box and remember what fun we had. The grandchildren come to visit, and we make dough ornaments and color them, and put their names and the year on the back.
The magic of Christmas is very special, and I'm looking forward to a visit from St. Nick this year. After all, I've been a very good girl!