We ventured out yesterday to our tree farm. I have the ultimate Christmas-tree-getting vehicle—a Jeep Cherokee, fire-engine red. On days like this it seems like a bright, festive sleigh. We bundled up, plugged in some Christmas music and we were on our way. Hazard made the trip with us for the second year in a row. He was on his best behavior, except that in his excitement he threw up on the floor. On the farm are a couple large, athletic hounds. He wanted out be we feared for their safety.
The tree farm we like is in a pretty spot. The land rolls some there and the trees grow on a gentle slope nestled among ponds and woods. The ground had a dusting of snow and the trees were pretty with flocking of snow on them, too.
Wesley did the cutting, noting that our tree was about seven years old. We were living in Flint when it was planted. It’s a beautiful Frasier Fir.
It was special this year. Hannah had her Dale and there are few things as beautiful as a romance at Christmas time. We lunched at the Grand Traverse Pie Company for the second year in a row. We may have a tradition growing here. It was a delightful day.
In the afternoon I left the house to come to the church to prepare a message for the Mid-Week Service. Chuk and Wes were setting up the tree in the corner of the family room. The fire was crackling and the room was filled with the fragrance of the tree. I looked forward to enjoying it late in the evening when I would get home from my meetings.
This morning I rose early. The tree was glowing beautifully in the corner. Wes and Chuk were camping out to be near it.
I don’t mind going to great Christmas efforts. I believe it will contribute to my children having a great love for the things of
Christ.
Ken Pierpont
Granville Cottage
Riverview, Michigan
December 9, 2011
I liked this one. We have not had a natural tree for several years. Paul H. Belanger