I have mentioned here before that my Mom was of the Orthodox faith and my Dad was Byzantine Catholic. The happy result was, growing up, I celebrated Christmas twice, on December 25th and January 7th. As an adult I am a Byzantine Catholic but I wish members of my Mom's family, and all Orthodox Christians a very Merry Christmas!
As a epilogue to my post about debating whether to get a real, or artificial tree this year, and settling on a real one, the actual selection was uneventful, but....
As we pulled into the Tree Farm I was watching oncoming traffic when my wife said "Its that woman"! I asked her "What woman" and she said "The one that hit on you last year." I felt a rush of adrenaline. " She just turned the corner." I looked to my left and saw the tail lights of a black Mercedes vanish into the distance. Was it "Babs"? We pulled into the lot and my wife went inside to use the restroom. I walked over to the driver of the hay wagon to exchange pleasantries, and casually asked if a woman had just left in a black Mercedes. He answered in the affirmative and said with a smirk "She was kinda hot. She didn't want a Christmas Tree..She called it a Hanaukkah Bush." Ah, had we just arrived a few minutes earlier, I might have had a very interesting tale to tell. As it turned out, the tree selection was anticlimactic. We secured a smaller tree, 7 foot, but it is perfect in every detail and it glows tonight with the radiance of a hundred fires. Merry Christmas to all, and May God Bless us, every one!
As a epilogue to my post about debating whether to get a real, or artificial tree this year, and settling on a real one, the actual selection was uneventful, but....
As we pulled into the Tree Farm I was watching oncoming traffic when my wife said "Its that woman"! I asked her "What woman" and she said "The one that hit on you last year." I felt a rush of adrenaline. " She just turned the corner." I looked to my left and saw the tail lights of a black Mercedes vanish into the distance. Was it "Babs"? We pulled into the lot and my wife went inside to use the restroom. I walked over to the driver of the hay wagon to exchange pleasantries, and casually asked if a woman had just left in a black Mercedes. He answered in the affirmative and said with a smirk "She was kinda hot. She didn't want a Christmas Tree..She called it a Hanaukkah Bush." Ah, had we just arrived a few minutes earlier, I might have had a very interesting tale to tell. As it turned out, the tree selection was anticlimactic. We secured a smaller tree, 7 foot, but it is perfect in every detail and it glows tonight with the radiance of a hundred fires. Merry Christmas to all, and May God Bless us, every one!
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