Nov 27 2011
Holiday traditions
Pre-Ramble: Hitch up the Clydesdales … it’s that time of year … it’s time to get the Christmas tree.
At our house, dragging a live tree indoors defines the boundary between Thanksgiving and Christmas, and marks the official start of the holiday season.
While we appreciate the notion of driving up North to some remote, snow-covered tree farm, … or as is tradition at the White House, having a perfect specimen delivered via horse-drawn carriage (shown above … I can hear the jingle bells on those bridles) … we cling to our time-worn tradition of selecting a tree from the pop-up lot at the old A&W a few miles from the house.
The trees at the A&W are always abundant and fresh, random holiday tunes blare in the background, the “tie-it-to-the-top-of-your-car” guys are friendly, and the gal in the warm-up hut always has a bucket of tiny candy canes next to the register.
Every year we amble from tree to tree, lobbying and dickering for our favorites, passing on the “too-short,” “too-tall,” and “just-not-quite-right” until we find one that passes muster with each persnickety member of the judging panel. (It’s a given that we’re going to end up cutting off the top and a couple rows of low-hanging branches no matter which tree we pick.)
The Take-Away: Like a slowly turning snowball that gets bigger as it rolls down hill, my favorite holiday traditions are the ones that are accumulated gradually, formed and reinforced over the years by our own collection of experiences.
We have never come home from the A&W without a fabulous tree, and every year we somehow find “our best tree ever.”







