*THIS IS THE STORY OF OUR CHRISTMAS TREE THIS YEAR…TAKEN FROM MY HUSBAND’S BLOG:

And Darryl, in his crusade for a jovial Yule, procured his stoutest blade and did march into the forest to fell the mightiest tree that dared to cross his path!That's how it should've happened...

Some members of our church have a grass airstrip to go along with their WWII era Stearman bi-plane. The airstrip is surrounded by a good couple of acres of woods, so I asked Dave if Dylan and I could come out and find a Christmas tree. Fun times ahead.Not a single pine. Not one. Only stickly, prickly cedars. "Oh, well," Daddy said to Dylan, "we'll just go buy one this year." Enter the face that would break the hardest of hearts. "But, Daddy! You said we would cut down a tree!" So, Daddy ended up cutting down the stickly, prickly cedar of Dylan's choice -- the most scraggly excuse for a tree one could ever dream of. It's the kind of tree that would get teased at school by the real trees. But Dylan's proud of that runt cedar -- he picked it out. He helped cut it down and load it up. It's HIS tree. And it's lovely. Maybe we did indeed fell the mightiest tree in the forest.


NEEDLESS TO SAY, IT IS BY FAR THE BEST CHRISTMAS TREE WE'VE EVER DECORATED. MERRY CHRISTMAS.