Funny Tom about A Christmas Story. When you started posting about this, that was exactly the first thing I thought of. Where I live, our family(Mom, Dad, siblings and Grandmother) would go to the tree farm. Kids all bundled up, mom freezing but dad and grandmother trudging along through the snow. We all looked for the best tree, and the kids would get turns every year to pick the tree with dad having the final say on ours. It was all cut your own back then.
I do remember it wasn't my turn, think I was 6 or 7. Grandmother saw my disappointment and asked me to help her find a tree. I think I had been running around beforehand but now charged with helping her I stuck by her side. We did find a good tree that year for her house. You see, on Christmas day our families would run around in the morning, dad would pop us up to our uncle's house (his brother) for presents, then pop back home for lunch which our uncle and his family would come down. We'd eat, be stuff to the gills and fall asleep for a bit. They'd leave while us kids recouped. As soon as 5:30 rolled around, we'd get packed in the car and head over to Grandmother's house(mom's mom & dad) and have the rest of the family(mom's siblings) and maybe one of the extended family(I think my grandfather's brother may have popped in once or twice). My uncle(dad's brother) would be there as well because his wife was my mom's sister. So we'd get to see them twice as much.
Many Christmas's did happen that way. Dad eventually went artificial but grandmother always had a live tree. So many memories from those times, they're always good to think back on, and reminisce on.
