I should have known by the sheepish look on his face when he held it in front of him, but I was still giddy from thinking I was cool for having my tree delivered. Once I got a gander at my tree though I busted out laughing. The poor little tree! He offered to take it back, but by then I was in love with my little Charlie Brown tree and told him he dare not trade it for the other in his van.
I lovingly set it up in it's stand and gave it water while thinking how this tree was like life ~ not perfect, not always what we expect or want it to be and maybe not the biggest or best, but that's not really what it's all about is it?
I think I love this tree more than any others I have had because it was probably not the "pick of the litter" or considered desirable with it's imperfections.
It reminds me of "A Charlie Brown Christmas" which reminds me of what the true meaning of Christmas is all about.
p.s. I haven't put ornaments on yet. I'm afraid it will fall over. Ha!
Peggy ~ GG ~ Goodgosh