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Oh Christmas Tree

Since it is now officially December – Christmas month – I can begin to think all things Christmas!

Yesterday, was Boxing Day of a different nature, meaning the packing up of the brown, ginger and golden fall décor; including dumping the uncarved pumpkins into the yard debris bin for composting.  Christmas music now plays in my house, except when I need a little Joss Stone, John Mayer or even Led Zeppelin to clear my muddled thinking.

Our house isn’t decked and adorned…yet, but my heart is ready to celebrate the Advent Season…watching and waiting for the arrival.

Man vs Tree
While watching, I’m seeing snippets to tuck away.  A just right instance happened Sunday evening while taking Isabella for a walk.  It was almost dark and there was sea must in the air. Heading down the sidewalk we saw a family walking in front of us; nothing terribly unusual about that, except that they had an enormous, bushy Christmas tree tied to a Red Flyer Wagon.  We chatted with them at the stoplight, which had blinked from green to red.  The little boy, waving his arms, told us “It is the best Christmas tree, ever!”  Great words from a child.

It was so iconic and charming.  I didn’t have my camera to capture the scene, but it is imbedded on my heart.  Those are the types of gifts that I desire. 

Watching during Advent ~ Missy

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  1. Wildlife Art by SylDecember 3, 2013 at 1:38 PM

    yep!! it is Christmas and I am beginning to feel like decorating early this year in remembrance of what the season is all about...

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  2. Missy ADecember 4, 2013 at 9:11 AM

    I plan to start decorating today...actually picked up a small little tree for the kitchen table yesterday. Everything else is a blank canvas, just waiting!

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  3. sewsavyDecember 4, 2013 at 1:48 PM

    I miss the smell of a real tree. My thrift store find is decorated and lots of my decor is up. Trying to get in a festive mood. It's so much fun to watch others reaction to the season. It makes everyone a bit softer. The man looks kind of like he's hugging the tree. I would.

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    1. Missy ADecember 4, 2013 at 5:16 PM

      The "Man" is my husband...I took the picture last year. We had gone to a tree farm, been given a saw and well, he needed to get down on the ground to cut it down. I like that it looks like he is hugging the tree.

      I did get some of my decorations out today...at least until we get a tree, then there will be some more things unpacked. Things are looking festive.

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