Christmas

I gave away the huge 9 ft. Christmas tree today. A woman who lost her job in an injury accident really needed one for her children. The children told her that Santa won't deliver the presents if they didn't have a tree.

The tree I had was a beauty.  I went to the Christmas tree store, the day after Christmas and parked my truck outside the shop at 4 a.m.  I waited till it opened at 8 a.m. and was the first person in the door.  When my eyes lit up on this sweet baby...I knew it was the one.  It had little pine cones on it and looked so real.

This tree was with me through the dream of having children, to having that dream crushed, to having my Nephew (now my Son) celebrate underneath it's sturdy branches.  This tree has held the ornaments that my Mother-In-Law used to put on her tree. It has held the home made ornaments, my Niece's first bootie, the Boy's Harry Potter stuff.

Now that I'm divorced and the boy lives far away...it will never be used as it should be.  This tree cries out for children to dream while staring at it's lights, and anxiously waiting to tear open presents. I knew when I heard this woman's plea that my tree was going home.

I'm not into Christmas this year.  I wasn't going to decorate and made plans to run away for the holiday.  I'm happy to say that this family brought it back for me.  Will I decorate and put up a tree?  Probably not.  But I will be looking for more ways to enjoy the Christmas spirit.

Now...if Santa will only bring me what I want for Christmas....dare to dream.