The Saga of the Christmas Tree
What to do with our big Christmas Tree when we moved was a conundrum. We were leaving the furniture, all the wrong scale for our new old historical house in Edenton. We could leave it in its boxes in the attic along with the oversized balls and ornaments for the next residents. But what if they didn’t want it? Maybe they wouldn’t spend Christmases there. I looked around for a non-profit that had a room needing a tree, and asked around for suggestions, but nothing was forthcoming.
Last week I got a call from my daughter in Brunswick, Georgia, asking about the tree. The beautiful new 4-H Center on Jekyll Island, where my son-in-law works, needs a big tree, bigger than their budget allows. Our tree now has a wonderful home. We are as excited as the 4-H Center! It will be perfect for them.
And now, it’s our turn to find a tree. In Kentucky and Maryland, we took the kids in their boots and cut down a tree. In Atlanta there was a Christmas tree lot on every corner, sprung up overnight the week of Thanksgiving, with stakes, lights, and cash register, ready for business. Pick one! We bought the big artificial tree before our first Christmas in the mountains, so haven’t been shopping since.
Now where will we find a tree on the coast? I mentioned over Thanksgiving that I hadn’t seen any lots, no rows of stakes, no overhead lights. The Food Lion has some leaning against the front of the store. We won’t be ready for a couple of weeks, so I can scout it out. I wonder if it will be a Frasier from the western NC mountains that finds its way into our new old home on the eastern NC shore?