The Christmas Tree Lot
We arrived at the Christmas tree lot after dark. My wife and I walked the long aisles of pinery, scrutinizing each tree as though it were asking for our kid’s hand in marriage.
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We arrived at the Christmas tree lot after dark. My wife and I walked the long aisles of pinery, scrutinizing each tree as though it were asking for our kid’s hand in marriage.
Let’s be honest: this season is a pressure cooker disguised with twinkly lights. Credit cards get maxed out, travel is miserable, food is overpriced, and somehow every family expects you to teleport between states so you can sit at a table with your cousin who still thinks you “changed after high school.”
Christmas Eve. Southeastern Kansas. The middle of nowhere. Kansas is one of those places that gets a bad rap. People speak of Kansas like it’s Death Valley, or the hindparts of Mars.
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Certain people, shielded by the protection of free speech, deliberately aim to disrupt the collective spirit of harmony and goodwill that traditionally characterizes this celebratory period.
While the holiday season often carries the promise of joy and togetherness, the reality for many families is far from the picturesque scenes depicted in Hallmark movies.
If we think about it, sometimes the greatest joys in life, can come in very small, furry packages that delight us with their own simple joy in life.