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Wednesday, December 5, 2012


Today’s post is part of the Christian Writer’s blog chain. Our theme for December is "Christmas Sense: the Five Senses." Please click on the links in the right column and see what my friends have to say about our theme.


But not real pine. A spray; a candle; dried bark and needles in a bowl. Because our tree isn’t real.

Horrible, you cry. Sacrilege, you moan.

Maybe. Or maybe our family loves to celebrate our savior’s birth so much that we do anything we can to prolong and extend the holy days.

During the first eight years of marriage, hubs and I diligently purchased a freshly cut tree, gathered up our collection of delicate and one-of-a-kind ornaments and lovingly decorated it, despairing over its eventual trip out to the street for Boy Scout collection.

When we moved to New York, we bought our tree the day after Thanksgiving—standard practice in California. By the first week of December, the dry air and baseboard heater had turned the tree into a fire hazard. We flooded the tree’s base with water and prayed daily that our Christmas wouldn’t end up in flames.

The day after Christmas, we purchased a fake tree.

Every year since then—26 years this year—we have dragged the giant box out from under the stairs and enjoyed the daily twinkling lights and spinning ornaments through the end of November, for the entire month of December and past hub’s birthday in January. Without worry of flames.

No, it’s not the same as a "real" tree. But thanks to mankind’s desire to create something never as good, but with a defined purpose, we have more time to celebrate God’s gift to us. Jesus.

PRAYER: Heavenly Father, thank you for Christmas. Thank you so much, Jesus for setting aside your glorious divinity temporarily and taking on the burden of humanity. Thank you for the many ways we celebrate Christmas and remember your sacrifice. Amen.

WHAT ABOUT YOU? Real or fake?


chris said...

Real. But not a tree snob, I'm all for whatever joy the season brings in His memory and glory :-)

lynnmosher said...

Oh, my, yes! We've had a fake tree for so long that I can't remember when we first got one! I do miss the special aroma of pine, or fir, or spruce. That wonderful evergreen fragrance. But we hated walking on those darn needles in our sock-feet! But the evergreen fragrance I love the most is that of this season: Jesus! Thanks for a heartwarming post!

Anonymous said...

Fake tree. Real Jesus!!!

Nona King said...

Real tree for me, because part of the tradition is going out in search of the "perfect" tree and then chopping it down. It's a continuation with my husband of a tradition set forth by my parents. Something to connect generations. :)

From Carols Quill said...
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From Carols Quill said...

@ Vivian - definitely real Jesus!

From Carols Quill said...

2 to 2 for real or fake. I like fresh greens on the door and about the house. The best of both worlds?

Anonymous said...

thanks for sharing..