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Twenty years ago, June and I bought a 4-foot, live Christmas tree, placed it in a wooden tub at our front-door stoop, and decorated it for three weeks of enjoyment. After New Year’s Day, we struggled to plant it in the frozen ground of our front yard where it grew to 20 feet high. We decorated it for 10 years, until we could not reach its upper branches.
In mid-March—a kind of snowfall that you pray for on Christmas Eve—fell heavy and wet on every shrub and tree. Our grown-up little Christmas tree was exquisite, its branches barely bending. As I walked by it to retrieve the morning newspaper, I stopped to marvel at its beauty and reflect on the pleasures it gave us for two decades
My greatest pleasure is, though, to share this gift from Mother Nature.
Twenty years ago, June and I bought a 4-foot, live Christmas tree, placed it in a wooden tub at our front-door stoop, and decorated it for three weeks of enjoyment. After New Year’s Day, we struggled to plant it in the frozen ground of our front yard where it grew to 20 feet high. We decorated it for 10 years, until we could not reach its upper branches.
In mid-March—a kind of snowfall that you pray for on Christmas Eve—fell heavy and wet on every shrub and tree. Our grown-up little Christmas tree was exquisite, its branches barely bending. As I walked by it to retrieve the morning newspaper, I stopped to marvel at its beauty and reflect on the pleasures it gave us for two decades
My greatest pleasure is, though, to share this gift from Mother Nature.
