Ever changing and staying the same
Traditions
Crow’s Feet Prompt #46: Traditions
When I was very young, we had real Christmas trees. Then my brother was diagnosed as allergic to pine trees. We lived in a house surrounded by pine trees, what would one little real Christmas tree hurt? My parents bought a fake one and I vowed that I would always have a real tree when I grew up.
So I did, even if it was a little live tree in a pot in my first apartment. I usually didn’t have much money for the nicer trees, one year I bought a 10-foot Charlie Brown tree. It was perfect. I am the type who will decorate from the trunk out.
My hubby doesn’t do Christmas, but he promised we would always have a real tree, which we did. Sometimes we bought from a local lot that benefited the Catholic school, other times we hunted our own tree in the forest (with a permit of course), and for a number of years, we got our tree from the Boy Scouts in a nearby town.
2011 was the last year we had a real tree and it was shorter than usual since it had to go on a table.
