Oh, for a hatchback! That’d make this job an awful lot easier.
For many years we got our Christmas tree at a local nursery where my family had always bought our tree, going back to when I was a baby. But the town got rid of it, and now we have to go to Home Depot. We loaded most of the tree into the trunk and tied the trunk down. Happily, this time it didn’t pop open again.
Along the way, we acquired a fresh duck for Christmas dinner–so we are almost all ready. All I’ve got left to do is wrap presents. Then it’s just a matter of vacuuming the floor and setting up the tree. We’ll trim it on Christmas Eve. We have a string of tree lights originally from my Grandpa’s store in the 1930s: they all still work. Every one of our ornaments has a story and a history. We use them all.
Christmas and Easter, Christ’s birth, His death and resurrection, are the fulfillment of the most profound hope of the human race. It’s fitting that we celebrate these holy days. They ought to be the high spots of the year, to be remembered and cherished all throughout the year, in all twelve months.