Some of my fondest memories involve my dad going out and cutting a Christmas Tree. Sometimes it was a spruce, sometimes a cedar, usually somewhere adjacent to our house but other times he went to a nearby farm and selected a pine. As pitiful as some of them might look initially Mama would transform them into the picture of yuletide magnificance which glimmered and sparkled in the lights, tinsel, and ornaments with which it became adorned.
Yes, memories of family and friends populate my holidays anymore having lost many of them to various lifestyle diseases and old age all we can do is abide and cherish those memories of family and friends past — and those who remain.
So today is Look for an Evergreen Day. Ostensibly it's a time to seek that perfect Christmas tree for your home. We already decorated around here to a fairthewell and it was a simple matter to remove the high tech fiber optic tree from the box and place it in the base to set it up. I think it took every bit of five minutes.
Still, I have wistful memories of days gone by when life was not so technologically simplistic and the holidays actually involved work. I have always cherished the Christmas season because the example my daddy showed me was a man with Christmas in his heart. I think he got that from his Mama, my dear late Grandma Ida.
My memories would not be so warm and fuzzy over the holidays were it not for Mama and Daddy. There was never a year when we did not celebrate the season.