Poor Charlie Brown. His search for the perfect Christmas tree often left a lot to be desired, but his spirit for the season never waivered. When I think about my own childhood, I recall always waiting until the last minute for my dad to bring home the last tree on the lot, because he could get a deal on it. The smell of evergreen didn’t exactly permeate our home and the few remaining branches on that skeleton of its former self resembled Charlie’s tree. It would be up to me and my sister to turn it into something worthwhile to look at.

Dad would sit in his chair, with his watchful eye focused on each ornament we placed. He was extremely critical from his vantage point. “Put more tinsel over there,” he’d shout. “It needs more lights on the top.” It always amazed me that it turned into something beautiful in the end. There’s something magical about Christmas and trimming the tree is one of them.

When our own family was old enough to hike into the woods, we’d bundle everyone up and pile into the car on our quest for the perfect tree. My husband the artist also had a critical eye and wanted only the best for his family. So we searched – and searched – and searched some more. By the time the perfect specimen was located, everyone but our fearless leader had icicles hanging from their noses. I must admit, the tree was always amazing. The scent of those pine branches, brought a little of the outdoors into our living room. The dog even examined it to see if it was a suitable tree, but didn’t seem to mind that there was a tree inside the house.

Eventually the tree cutting became more of a chore than fun. Our annual tradition gave way to an artificial tree. Still the idea of braving the elements didn’t much appeal to any of us, except our own personal Paul Bunyan.

Over the years, we have replaced the artificial tree a few times. We’ve placed the last one outside for our birds to enjoy and now have a little Charlie Brown tree. Traditions change over time, but the true message of the season never does. Jesus was born and laid in a manger, hewn from a tree. He worked as a carpenter alongside His stepdad, creating pieces of furniture out of trees. Eventually, He carried the cross beams of his execution which were made from the wood of a tree.

If we think about it, the whole reason for His coming to earth as true man/true God, was because of a tree.


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As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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7 Responses to OH, CHRISTMAS TREE!

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  2. atimetoshare.me says:

    Thanks ⛄️


  3. “If we think about it, the whole reason for His coming to earth as true man/true God, was because of a tree.”

    i never thought of it in this way before. Thank you, Kathy!

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      Thanks, Linda. There is so much to be gleaned from God’s love for us during this season. His love endures forever and even when things seem hopeless, He’s there to lift us up.

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  4. Kathy, I was looking at our lit and decorated tree last night. It is filled with many memories, and it takes me back to past Christmas trees from my youth (with tinsel), raising my daughters (we even cut our own tree one time), and up to today. I found much hope, peace, joy, and love in how you traversed from a simple tree to our Lord and the Cross.

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  5. Sheila Lynn says:

    I still remember going to the woods for our tree every year as a kid. Ehat a special time! And I still feel sad for poor Charlie Brown, lol!

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