We’d been trudging around the muddy field for more than an hour. Ruby was now suggesting that we scrap our long-held tradition of cutting down our own tree, opting instead for one of the pretty, pre-cut trees leaning against the shed. Nobody could agree on a tree. The temperature – and blood sugar levels – were dropping. The sun would be down soon. And then, we found it – a full, tall noble fir. I quickly started cutting with the Fryman saw before anybody could change their mind. We lugged the tree to the car, enjoyed some cider, bought the 2016 Christmas ornament, and were soon on our way back to Fry Lodge Bellingham to decorate.
Andy Williams, Bing Crosby, the Andrews Sisters, Willie Nelson, and the Charlie Brown Christmas album were just a few of the records we played as we spent the rest of the evening stringing lights, hanging ornaments and reminiscing about Christmases gone by. We must have 200 ornaments at this point – each with its own memory. It’s funny to review the different eras of ornaments from parents: the Southwest phase, the Ireland phase, the Mexico phase, the newlywed ornament, the new baby ornament. Can’t wait to see what comes this year. I’m sure we’ll love it, Grandma.
We’re excited to continue our old traditions in this new home. Bring on the holidays.