We like to wait for a bit of snow before we get our tree. Yesterday about the time I finished my morning message the snow began to fall–just enough to make things look wintry for our trip out toward Chelsea. This is our seventh Christmas. The first two years we found our tree out on King Road. The last four have been from a delightful tree farm out on the edge of Crystal Lake.
Kyle, Heidi, and Hannah are married. Dan and Wes are over in Grand Rapids, so it was just a Jeep full, Lois and I, Chuk, Holly and Hope. We listened to Christmas music and found a perfect little tree growing on the crest of a hill overlooking the lake.
Chuk cut a bargain tree and dragged it to the the barn for binding. We are in the Granville Cottage now, closing a day off with a Christmas movie. Hazard is at my feet. He stayed home this year because he always throws up. Our Frasier Fir is over in the corner right now waiting for it’s lights and decorations. Hope made some cookies and dinner is on the stove.
I hope you have a peaceful, quiet, simple Christmas season with just the right amount of cookies and snow.
