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This week's prompt is: More Christmas Memories
Our favorite part of the holiday season remained preparing for Christmas. The advent calendar, decorating, baking, getting the tree. Everything! We always waited until the second week of December to get our tree... until 1991. Prior to that year, we would pack the lovelies up and head to the family farm land where they were attempting to grow Christmas trees and either cut one down or dig it up live and replant it. But 1991 changed all of that. The FIRST tree we brought home that year was just perfect. Except that it died within five days. We undecorated it and, this time, we bought one (hurricane Hugo pretty much wiped out the tree farm and the pickins were slim). It died. WTH?! We had to buy another one. We had brought THREE trees into the house, decorated twice, undecorated once and now WE HAD TO DO IT ALL AGAIN. Way uncool. The third tree didn't last too long but we did get through Christmas. The next year, we went with an artificial tree and have used one ever since because I refuse to risk the 1991 multiple tree decorating disaster ever again! While the lovelies were growing up, the decorating of the Christmas tree was followed by watching the town Christmas parade--although, after the first few years, there always seemed to be at least one daughter IN the parade which meant that one of us had to walk along and, by one of us, I mean- me.
|Getting a tree circa 1991|
|Breezy with a tray of Christmas cookies and the ginger bread house of 1991.|
|We tried the ones with the cardboard instead of ginger bread but they were not any easier.|
|The Christmas photo, 1991|
|The 'Santa' sleeping arrangements.|
|The hullabaloo of color still occurs no matter how old they get.|