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My First Christmas : The Day Of Christmas

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It was our first Christmas in our little cabin and the mountain air reeked with the holiday spirit. My husband's family would arrive Christmas Eve morning and leave the day after Christmas which meant we had a lot to do.

Since this was our first Christmas with his family, we wanted everything perfect. Although money was tight, I made the most out of every cent.

I sewed a festive tablecloth from a Christmas remnant I'd found on clearance. I fashioned miniature stockings for everyone and found tiny treasures to stuff them with. We shopped the local grocery sales and loaded the refrigerator and freezer in advance. I made candy, cookies, and loaves of sweet bread so that we had plenty of goodies to celebrate with and enough to send home with each family. Everyone would have a home-made present to open. Even my brother-in-law's dog would have a package.

Now, all we needed was a tree.

We headed down the mountain to Woodstock, Virginia and visited several tree lots, but without success. Up ahead, my husband spotted a nursery and suggested that we see what they had to offer. Of course, the nursery boasted a beautiful choice of trees, but they cost considerably more than what we'd seen at the other lots, although deservedly so.

Winding through paths of cut conifers, my husband suddenly gasped. "Look!" he squealed. "They've got live trees!"

Married to a tree nut, I knew this meant trouble. Unfortunately, the "live" trees wore price tags

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