My Favorite Day of the Year
It's not my birthday as you might guess, not Christmas or New Year's, or even Super Bowl Sunday. It's not when we spring ahead, or welcome summer, or cheer the arrival of fall. No, my favorite day is Christmas Tree Picking Day. Every year after Thanksgiving, we drive to that farm up north, back down that old winding country road, to traverse the hills, bow saw in hand, pull cart rolling behind. The kids so full of life as they run between the rows of pine in search of the perfect tree to bring into our home and adorn with light and love. In the early years I made too much of how long the whole thing took, and I wished they'd just make a decision for Pete's sake. But now, older and wiser, I let them decide, no matter how long it takes. This one too tall. That one too squat. This one too skinny. That one too fat. In the end we always find the perfect one, imperfect though it may be. Then we head to the Log Cabin, where tiger, bear, and Bigfoot watch on from the surrounding woods, as we enjoy our victory meal, the kids sipping their hot chocolate, my wife and I a beer, or two. And then we head home to bring our tree inside and place it on the train board in the living room, to officially get us into the Christmas spirit. That is, until its needles brown, or it outwears its welcome, (whichever comes first) and it's time to ring in the New Year. Like everything else in life I know these days are fleeting, and that soon my kids will tire of this family tradition, their innocence lost to the pull of adolescence. But today I am thankful, for this day, this one day, when all is right with the world. ~
Copyright © 2016 Valentine J. Brkich
There seems to be something in my eyes and its difficult to write through blurred vision, but thanks for sharing ❤️??
Thank YOU for reading, Erin. Hope your vision cleared up. ; )
Crazy how fast it goes brother!