O Tannenbaum

This year's Jesse tree didn't exist. At night, we celebrated Advent as a family like usual, and during the day I sporadically read the girls the Jesse tree passages, but we were missing one integral thing.

A tree.

Five days before we left for Long Island for Christmas, John brought home a tree. He'd had to go to Walmart to cash a check and while walking past the trees outside, he noticed their prices were reduced 50%. Being a come-what-may fellow, he stuffed a tree in a shopping cart and went to cash his check at the bank.




So the girls got to turn the green thing growing from our floor into a Christmas tree without having to wait until Christmas Eve. (The fact that we'd be on L.I. for Christmas Eve kind of demanded an early decoration, and none of us complained.)



I'm typing in its friendly glow right now, and I'll be sad to pluck it up when the time comes.