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midwest christmas

Decking the halls.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas? Even with the cooler temperatures, shorter days and lovely snow-capped mountains to the north, I’m not sure I will ever get used to “decking the halls” in this sunny, warm climate! Don’t get me wrong. I do love it. But deep down inside, my heart will always travel home to the Midwest at Christmas.

Our family Christmas officially began each year when we bundled up the boys and headed to the local tree farm in search of the “perfect” tree. My husband, two sons and I tramped through the snow and cold looking for just the right one and invariably ended up two hours later in front of the very first tree we picked out. After my “men” sawed the tree down, as I motherly cautioned about severed fingers, arms and legs, my husband let the boys drive our Toyota van back to load the tree. The first year they took turns sitting on his lap, barely able to see above the steering wheel. In 1994, our last Midwest Christmas before moving to Arizona, the boys drove back on their own as we waited next to that final perfect tree.

Wishing all of you the sweetest holiday memories…