Three years ago, we bought a little bitty artificial Christmas tree, the first fake Christmas tree I've ever had. I missed the smell of the genuine article and just didn't have the heart to drag that little tree downstairs anymore, so we haven't had a tree the past two years. When we moved out here, I tossed the little tree I never did like.
So this year I've had the urge for a Christmas tree, but I found out the place where we usually go cut our own isn't doing business this year; some sort of insurance issue.
We'll be in Lexington and Richmond today, but I don't know where to go to buy a real tree. Google has let me down on this issue. I guess we'll just ask around.
We don't really do gifts, other than to give the grandkids some spending money. Cliff says it'll seem strange to have a tree with no presents under it.
It's OK, I told him. This tree is for me, because I want it. I'll put my manger scene underneath it, and it'll be just fine.
The little-girl me in that picture is still around, someplace. Maybe I'll touch bases with her during this Christmas season.
That's my nephew, Larry, with Santa and me.