Last Friday night we ventured out to pick a Christmas tree. I sometimes miss the good ol' days of hiking around Kanosh looking for a Christmas tree to cut down. Maybe someday I will tell the story of the great Christmas tree hunt of '96 when Lorin and I were engaged. Let's just say that venturing out to the Fred Parker Christmas tree lot is a lot more convenient and safe. Hiking to Cove Fort in 2 ft. of snow is not fun.

Lorin has the great honor, yes honor, of getting our tree home and cutting what needs cut and sticking the tree in the stand. Sometimes he will even put the star on. This year our star broke so we are lacking a star.

Here we are in front of the tree we picked. We have to choose one that that is somewhat skinny but we found the perfect one that was more full at the top than some years. The tree was $37 dollars. We had exactly $32 dollars. The man was kind enough to give it to us anyway. I considered it a blessing. These days small blessings are huge to me!

I have the wonderful job of putting the lights on the tree and I have to admit I do a pretty good job. It was a Christmas miracle when I just needed one more string of lights. I had three strings left which would only light half the way. I thought for sure I was going to have to make some adjustments or buy more lights which I couldn't do. So I grabbed one of the strings and the first bulb I wiggled seemed to be the one causing the problem. So I replaced that bulb and finished putting up the lights. I know kinda corny but I was thankful. The kids got to put up the ornaments. We only broke two this year.
