One of my favorite christmas memories growing up was the magic christmas tree.
Every year my dad would choose one lucky child to be the very special picker of the magic christmas tree seed. He would have a variety of cool seeds he found; ranging from avocado to olive to whatever else he thought would work. We would all go out as a family, bury the seed go back in for a movie and treat and right before bed we would check on our tree to see if it had grown, and guess what within hours it had! And then when we would wake up in the morning a full grown christmas tree would be there waiting for us to bring inside and decorate. (we never noticed that the tree didn't have any roots or the fact that my dad could easily pick it up or that the tree sometimes would be leaning on the side of the house to keep from falling down.
Anyways, so when I had Noah, i vowed that my son would get to know the pleasure of the magic christmas tree. So tonight, we went on a seed hunt. We walked all over Grandma Shells front yard looking for that special seed. And Noah found it sitting right next to the clay turtle named Shelly. Noah was so excited that he found one, Nick was excited that Noah was excited. Then we went out back, dug a hole and planted our special seed and then gave it some water and a little kiss. (You have to kiss the tree/seed to make it grow)
3 comments:
priceless! hope jared lets me carry on that tradition too. first things first though... getting a kid. love ya
I never knew you guys did that. That sounds like so much fun.
im so glad you gave shelly a shout-out. shes been so depressed since fluffy [her husband] died
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