Christmas Trees

I have a small rant today.  Robert and I have been searching the whole town for a REAL Christmas Tree for a week now and we can't find a single parking lot anywhere where real Christmas trees are for sale.  We find that so totally strange.

There used to be Christmas tree lots everywhere.  The boy scouts sold them, and the fire department did, too.  Even the local high school used to sell Christmas trees as a fund raiser.   You could spot the lots easily, too, with long strings of colored lights strung high overhead, all the way around the lot and visible from a block away.

I remember when I was a child, Daddy would pile us all into the station wagon and, like they did in the movie "Christmas Vacation" with Chevy Chase, we would head out into the country to cut down our tree.  But it was so much more than just cutting down a Christmas tree.  It was a tradition in my family and it kicked off our whole holiday spirit.  While Daddy was putting the lights on the tree, we wrote our letters to Santa.  Then, that done, everyone helped to decorate the aromatic pine with decorations.

Is the lack of real Christmas trees because everyone is buying fake trees these days?  I suppose fake trees are okay ... for some people.  They sure look real, not like the yucky spindly ones that first came out years ago.  I hear tell they even come with lights already attached, too.

 (shaking my head)  Nope, that's not for me.  I'm just NOT buying a fake tree, and if I have to drive to other towns, I WILL find a Christmas tree lot selling REAL Christmas trees.  I would miss the smell of pine and besides, I love tradition.   No wonder I never want to grow up ...