If you’ve never been to the Festival of Trees, I recommend you go next year. It’s always the first Saturday in December.
The luncheon starts at noon, but the gracious women who invited me suggested that I get there by 11 a.m. When I arrived the VFW Memorial Hall was bustling with lively conversation among mostly ladies, mostly dressed in red or green, with a couple even wearing Christmas light earrings that actually lit up! Gentlemen in tuxes served us wine and I spotted Mrs. Claus and some elves helping out.
I bought a few raffle tickets and cruised the perimeter of the room where 30 decorated trees waited to be raffled off. Each tree was tagged with the name of the person or organization that decorated and donated it and each had a container to put raffle tickets in.
At home we didn’t have a tree yet, nor did we have plans to get one. Grinch, I mean Rick, doesn’t care if we have one or not. I was waffling, disenchanted by the looming trip to the crowded storage unit to round up decorations, ornaments and the new LED lights we bought on sale after Christmas last year.
While I tried to decide on which tree to take a chance on winning, I kept in mind our small living room, the fact that the kids weren’t coming home for the holidays and what Rick would say when I called from the corner of H and 8th to ask him to bring the pickup.