Cuttin The Tree

Every year my Sweet Little Daddy would load us all up in the truck. Me, Sharon, Karen , Ray, Momma and Daddy would go down to the levy and march out through the cedars to find the perfect Christmas tree. I don't remember having anything but a cedar tree for a Christmas tree. To be honest I didn't know anybody else did either until I was grown, LoL. We would watch Daddy cut it down and then he would drag it back to the truck and load it up. Then back to the house we would go to decorate it. Oh yes and he would always find us some holly and mistletoe somewhere along the way. Momma would pop some popcorn and we would start stringing it while Daddy put the lights on the tree. He said that was his only job was the lights and we could do the rest, but he always  stayed around to watch and be a part of it.. I remember the little silver ice sickles we saved from year to year. Remember when we used to save things and not just re-buy them, haha! Oh the memories I have of my wonderful family. Were we the perfect family, NO. Did Momma and Daddy fight once in a while, Yes. I choose to remember the good times. The older I get the more important the memories are. We weren't very well off financially but we were millionaires in LOVE. 

Thank you Sir that I have always been loved my whole life. Thank you for my wonderful Daddy and Momma that raised me right and gave me a legacy of love to carry on and give to my children. I'm so grateful..

BlessingS
Carol/MJ
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