The
Best Christmas Prep Day Ever
We do lots of things to get ready for Christmas.
From what I observe many folks have a specific Christmas
Preparation Routine. We could call it CPR. Well that’s probably not a good idea
since that acronym is already taken.
One task I like to get done as soon as possible after
Thanksgiving is put up our Christmas tree. We get a real tree. We’re actually
one of the few households I know of that does not have an artificial one.
Mind you, my husband would like to go the fake tree route
but I really love having a real evergreen all decked out in our living room. I
must admit that I appreciate him putting up with my folly in the matter and he is willing to mount the tree once I get
it home. Once secured in the tree stand, it’s my baby.
This year—just a few days ago—I invited our
locally-residing grandchildren to go with me to get our conifer. I had no
specific specie in mind and I had no specific grandchild/ren in mind either.
The high schoolers all had swim practice. At age twelve,
Hampton is not yet eligible for the high school swim team, so was the only one
available to go.
In recent years, I’ve purchased trees from the Lion’s
Club, a tree farm or a grocery store parking lot.
Our tree needs to be on the skinny side because our living
room is not large, but we want it to be as tall as possible because we have a
vaulted ceiling. So—tall and skinny, and fits within our budget, is actually
hard to fine. I five foot tall tree would just not be fitting in our log home.
Well, this year was different. Some friends offered to
let us get a tree from their wooded property.
When I told Hampton we’d be cutting our own tree out in
the woods I don’t know which of us was more thrilled.
I have fond memories of tree hunting as a child as well
as with our two sons in years gone by. How delighted I was to get to take one
of my grandchildren on a Christmas tree acquisition excursion!
Having artificial trees in their own homes, our
grandchildren have always been enamored by our real Christmas tree. In fact just a few days earlier, Hampton
asked me when we would get our tree and would it be a real one. He added that
he liked our having a real tree. (If the day ever comes when we surrender to
having an artificial tree, we’ll have eight disappointed grandchildren and one
disappointed granny.)
So Hampton and I headed for the woods—gloves, saw and
rope loaded into the car. I could tell he was excited as we wound our way
through the country and finally up a dirt road through the woods to my friend’s
house.
We donned our jackets and gloves, and he clutched the saw
with much anticipation, and we started trekking up the wooded mountain side. On
the inside, I was praising God for giving me the opportunity to have this
unique experience with my grandson and I asked Him to let Hampton always remember
our adventure.
I also prayed that we would find our prize quickly
because with the overcast sky, daylight would soon escape us.
We sized up several trees as we moved upward to check out
more possibilities. My friend and her two little boys marched through the
forest with us. Their little eyes watched every move of the bigger boy,
Hampton. They were obviously enjoying the outing too.
Each tree we considered seemed to have some major flaw. The
forest is not like a tree farm, full of rows and rows of well groomed,
near-perfect specimens.
Soon Hampton said (again), “What about that one?”
pointing down the hill about forty feet away.
I answered, “I believe that will work. It’s tall enough
and not terribly big in diameter. It’s a little sparsely limbed and a bit
one-sided but I think we can make it work. Let’s get it.”
Down over the small embankment Hampton went, trusty saw
in hand. He was fired up to finally cut down our Christmas tree.
Within a few minutes we all yelled, “Timber!”
It was evident that this young feller needed a hand in
getting the felled tree turned around, up the hill and onto the path. So over
the bank I inched, hoping to do no further damage to the knee for which I’d
been undergoing physical therapy for the past several weeks.
With no small effort, we got the tree up the
embankment, then down the mountain and situated in the back of my Subaru.
Hampton was a little taken aback when he realized we would not be able to close
the rear door for the tree extended out a couple feet beyond the opening. Our
find was about 11 feet tall.
We said our thank yous and good byes to our friends and
headed for home with the base of the trunk resting on the console between the
young lumberjack and me.
For Hampton this was a new, fun, memorable experience.
For me it was indeed fun and memorable. Greater still, it was a precious
relationship building occasion with a beloved child.
Driving home my sidekick excitedly asked when we could
decorate the tree and did I have any eggnog.
I said hopefully Do-Daddy (my husband) could set the tree
in its stand and have it ready to decorate by tomorrow. Though a little
disappointed not to do it now, be both had something special to look forward to
the next day.
As we drove along I glanced at Hampton several times with
his gloved hand resting on the tree trunk between us. He was charged with
making sure it didn’t begin to slide out the back door while traveling. (I knew,
of course, that with the securing rope and bungee cords our prize was in no
danger.)
My heart swelled thinking of the memory we had just
constructed—this precious grandchild and me. I realized that this was one of
the best Christmas prep days I’d ever experienced and asked God to plant this
memory deep into Hampton’s mind and heart. Those of you with grandchildren know
exactly what I’m saying.
I also prayed that for many future Christmases after I’m
no longer around to trek through the woods, Hampton will smile and recall our
adventure and determine in his heart to make lasting memories with his own
children and grandchildren.
Once our tree was mounted the next day, my husband
remarked, “That’s the ugliest tree we’ve ever had.”
With wide-eyed surprise, Hampton jerked his head toward
me.
I grinned at him and said, “I think it’s the most
beautiful one we’ve ever had.” With that, a smile of relief relaxed his face.
From my perspective it really was—and is. At the time of
this writing this gangly pine is sitting in our living room, shining with love.
My dear husband just doesn’t see what I see.
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| Hampton & Granny 2016 |
With Christmas music playing in the background, Hampton
and I drank egg nog and adorned our tree with lights and ornaments. A bonus for
me was the sweet privilege of describing the origin of many a decoration as we
hung each on the flimsy limbs. Some of the items were made by his daddy and his
uncle when they were young boys. Some I had made many years ago and others were
special gifts. Many were from loved ones who have already gone to Heaven and no
longer join us around our Christmas dinner table. I pointed out my favorites
and we talked about the nativity, as he examined each tiny baby Jesus.
For Hampton and me, this Christmas season has gotten off
to a wonderful start. I knew it would be fun to take him into the woods to cut
a tree, but as God does so well, we came away with much more than just a tree.
I hope you will take time to enjoy meaningful occasions
with your loved-ones this Christmas season. I’m already looking for more
opportunities myself. After all I have seven other grandchildren!
God bless you and Merry Christmas!
©Connie
Wohlford 2016
