This holiday season has been strange to say the least. I love the holidays but this year it hasn't been as joyous as in previous years. Now don't get me wrong, my family has been blessed, and I have nothing truly to complain about but with two little ones this year, I wanted EVERYTHING to be perfect and it hasn't. We had to cancel Jeremy's work Christmas party which we were hosting because I fell down the stairs the day beforehand, Jeremy has been extremely busy with work, I have been battling migraines and back issues, and the list really could go on but I won't continue because I think you get the point. But this post is about one thing that went terribly wrong this year which we did get a good laugh about - our Christmas tree choice. Every year we cut down a tree and it usually takes me forever to find the "perfect" tree. This year was no different. I found a cute little tree, a different species than usual. I usually get a long needled tree but this year I thought I would change it up a little and get a short needled tree.
After about a week, we noticed that some needles were falling off which we thought was a little strange. Trust me, we kept it watered! In the 8 years of this family tradition, we have always had good luck with our tree choices.
Over the past several weeks more and more needles started to come off. To the point that just walking past the tree, would cause an avalanche to occur. "This is not normal," I kept thinking to myself.
Well today after getting up, I had about enough of the tree. I looked up at the angel who now is tilted almost to a 90 degree angle and the piles of dead needles on the floor. My poor little angel! I called Jeremy and informed him that the tree was coming down. I couldn't take it any longer. Besides it looking horrible it was a fire hazard so there was no point in keeping it up if I couldn't turn the lights on. But, he insisted that our kids needed to have a tree to have presents under on Christmas so I braved the crowds to find a CHEAP tree that was prelit (because even though I LOVE hanging the lights on my tree every year I can only have patience to do it once). So off I went, with both kids, to find a tree. I didn't want to pay too much for it because it won't get used as our main tree in the following years because I really do like my family tradition of cutting a real one down.
I found a small prelit tree at Walmart for $35. I can handle that, I thought. How bad could it really look? I got it home and Jeremy and I put together the fake one, transferred all the ornaments and threw out our beloved tree. The little tree looks a little our of place in our room and its little skinny trunk looks awkward holding it up. But it will do for the main purpose of our kids having presents under a tree for Christmas.
But this whole ordeal has got me thinking about the true meaning of Christmas. It is not the perfect tree, presents, parties - it is the birth of my Saviour. The Saviour who has given all us a wonderful, perfect gift to celebrate and the same Saviour that has given me a wonderful husband, 2 beautiful healthy strong boys and family and friends that I love.
So I don't have a perfect picture of my boys in front of the original tree but I do have perfect boys to enjoy their new tree on Christmas day. What more can a mom ask for?