My Charlie Brown Tree
not my actual tree. I don’t have a picture of that Christmas
The year was 1994.
I was a single mom to a 2 1/2 and 4 year old little boys.
I was working full-time and they were in day care.
I decided, on Christmas Eve, to buy a tree.
$10 because it was the last day.
It fit in the trunk of my Nissan Sentra.
Like this one.
It was small.
I remember feeling sorry for myself.
I wasn’t going out with my perfect little family chopping down a real tree and loading it up on the roof of my car for all to see.
I went with my two little boys.
Just the three of us.
In the dark.
No happy little ‘perfect’ family.
No ‘family’ car.
It was one of the best Christmas’s ever.
Would I go back to that day?
I can’t say I would. Those days were tough!
Am I grateful I went through it?
It isn’t about the ‘perfect’ family or the ‘perfect’ tree.
It’s about the birth of our Savior.
So, this season, if you are finding yourself overwhelmed. Stressed out. Annoyed with the kids.
Step back and pray.
Remember the reason we even celebrate Christmas.
The birth of Jesus.