A Christmas memory from my husband.
It was a cold winter night with snowflakes falling as big as quarters. I was about five years old and was sitting on a sled being pulled by my grandfather through the streets of our small town along the Ohio river. It had already snowed about six inches that day with no sign of letting up. We were off to get our Christmas tree at the local market/store about four blocks away.
As I was being pulled through the streets I marveled at the beauty of the snow glistening in the night, houses decorated with Christmas lights, the smell of fireplaces, and the sound of the sled gliding through the snow. What peacefulness.
Outside the store was a large area filled with rows of Christmas trees sitting in concrete blocks. Around the perimeter were oil drums cut in half stuffed with burning firewood. As my grandfather visited with some friends…
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