A Collective Journal: charlie brown

Every year my son and I trudge out in the cold to find our Christmas tree, but this year my sisters church was selling them to raise money so out of charity (or guilt) I went ahead and ordered our tree. Did I mention they were going to deliver it too? Well, I felt mighty privileged and decadent having a tree delivered to my door so when my brother in law got here with my tree I flung the door open with smiles and welcome arms.....and then I saw our tree.
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.