Being born and raised in Central Oregon, near the mountains with real winters, I’m used to a, “White Christmas.” In my brain, that’s normal and you can walk out and throw a snowball if you feel the urge. Christmas 2017 was fairly typical, except for this short break we took south which was a total mind-bender. We escaped to San Clemente / San Diego….
While the kids were home for Thanksgiving we all loaded up and went out in the forest to cut our Christmas tree. That is an adventure all to itself, and is much more fun than going to a tree lot and buying an already month old, “model” tree. I say it’s a model, because, no tree in the forest will ever be as pretty as one that has been groomed all it’s days to be the perfect tree….on a tree farm. Farmed trees are like how our lives appear on Facebook, nothing short of perfection. Out in the real world (forest) it’s not all glamour and like the trees, we have a few spots that are bare and others that bulge……..