I love snow. Please don't hurt me. I can't help it. It's just part of who I am. Those little bits of heaven floating gently by the window (taken from an Amy Grant song) just take my breath away. I'm like a little kid all over again. Bundle me up in woolens and boots, and I'm a happy camper. Let me make a snow angel and I'm in heaven (course, nowadays somebody has to help me get back up).
Christmas wouldn't dream of coming around here without snow. It's a prerequisite. No snow. No Christmas. Well, okay, maybe that's not true, but add snow with Christmas, and you've plunked me smack dab in the middle of a Thomas Kinkade painting. Do not take me out until spring.
There is one thing that's been bothering me lately about Christmas. I've had an artificial tree for most of my life. My parents tried a real tree once or twice, and complained about the work of keeping it watered and finally getting rid of it, that I decided not to have one.
But now with my new story, my hero owns a Christmas tree farm. The more I look into those and the tradition of it all, it sounds so, well, romantic. Now I'm wondering, real tree or fake tree?
And don't even get me started on the lights. Colored or white? It's a choice that faces me every year and no matter what I choose, I always wish I'd picked the opposite by the season's end.
So let's hear it. Do you have a real tree or an artificial one? And why? Also, colored lights, white lights or no lights?
Maybe your answers will inspire me to do something different this year (of course my tree has been up since before Thanksgiving). ;-)
Labels: Christmas lights, Christmas tree, Snow