Today is the big day. My father is calling me when he gets off of work to meet him to pick out my Christmas tree. Then we are going to go buy lights and ornaments at Fred's dollar store. We both agreed to steer clear of Wal-Mart. One of my father's main competitors.
The last time I had a Christmas tree was in the early part of this decade. I was married and Rachel paid an exorbitant amount for a artificial Christmas tree. I remember it weighing a ton as I unboxed it and put it up. Each morning, I would sit in our den with our dog, Otis, as I drank my coffee and welcomed in the new day sitting in front of our lit tree. Those are special times and memories of my failed marriage, and I hope Rachel has a Merry Christmas this year.