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Like many families who believe in Christmas either religious or spiritually Deborah and I set out each year in search of our perfect tree. And we usually find it right away… with so many trees to choose this is a plus Which always makes me wonder if we are choosing the tree or if the tree is choosing us? Because when we stand it up…when we look it over when around it’s trunk we roam we smile simultaneously knowing…this one’s coming home And when we add our ornaments with their corresponding memories it transforms from just another Frasier Fir into our family Christmas tree. Each ornament adds to the story of our life as we’ve watched our family grow most are significant only to us and carry meanings only we would know. There’s an ornament for Whitman (what a great dog he was) and Ryan’s baby shoes that old photo of Ali and me at the cabin, Bryan’s manatee and pickles for the grandchildren too. And each year when we’re finished trimming Deborah marvels and always adds, “I think this years Christmas tree is the best Christmas tree we’ve ever had!” And that was true one year ago… but with this tree I can avow we’ve added another year of memories to place upon her boughs. So as wonderful as last year’s tree was it’s the new memories we’ve amassed that make this year’s Christmas tree the best tree… and so much better than the last. In that way our Christmas tree is a little like our life… we fill it with memories of our joys, our laughters…our tears And just like our life…our Christmas tree… gets a little better every year. I suppose that’s why when the right tree speaks to us… both Deborah and I are glad Knowing it will take its rightful place as the best Christmas tree we’ve ever had.

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