My friend Chris came up this weekend from Maine to go to the annual sock sale in Northfield. It is quite an experience if you've never been before--Cabot Hosiery Mills has thousands of socks that are slightly irregular and therefore not salable at full price that they save for a mid-November sale. We've gone together for most of the past seven years, and it kind of marks the beginning of the holiday season for me.
I've been working on some presents for a while now and I'm starting to get excited about the goodies I get to make (and eat!), the music we only hear this time of year, the decorations pulled out of boxes after a year's hibernation. As soon as I finish up my current project, I'm going to knit a stocking for Timothy. Not that he'll care this year, but that's okay! I know he won't understand all of our preparations, but I can't wait to see his face as he takes in the Christmas tree, not to mention the tractor ride to go get it, the colors and lights all over town, the boxes and wrapping paper. These simple joys are what make this season so special to me--I hope to remember that this year, and in all the coming years with our family.
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I wish there was a tractor involved in our Christmas tree acquisition. Instead we get a tiny tree from a local stand. I carry the little end, Dave carries the big end and I yell "It's like that part from When Harry Met Sally!!!" all the way home.
I say the same thing every time Oskar is screaming in a restaurant.
Robyn, some winter when you're up, you'll have to get your parents to get their tree from my father-in-law's farm so Andrew can have the tractor hay ride. It is a blast! Plus, there's hot cocoa and cider at the end of the ride.
I like the 'When Harry Met Sally' references.
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