Well, we have our tree. It's a rather large tree, but our boys proclaimed in to be, "The Perfect Christmas Tree", and we couldn't refuse. Even though I had my doubts about the size, I was outnumbered three to one. The third being my husband, who was saying that the seven/eight foot trees looked a better size, than the five/six foot ones.
So, now there is a huge, in my opinion, tree in our living room. It touches the ceiling. And, it's a very full tree. Unadorned, it looks misplaced. A little lonely. I know, that once we add on the colorful lights and ornaments, it will look better. Have a bit of that Christmas magic. Bring those glorious smiles to the faces of our little guys.
I wish there were three, I really do. If I let myself dwell on it, my chest starts to feel heavy, and my heart seems to crumble. I blink back the tears. I hope in some of that Christmas magic, that things will be right this upcoming year. That perhaps this emptiness I feel, will be filled with new life.
Looking at this large tree makes me realize we made a good choice. Because how many years before the amazement of what is, "The biggest tree ever", wears off? Only until they grow so tall, right? It's something I hope they never forget, and will tell their children about one day.
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