It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.
Our little Charlie Brown tree is my favorite tree to date. My Sweet came home with it during a snow storm, all apologetic for how scraggly and uneven it was. It was late, so we hung our traditional heart ornament, grossed the kids out with a little kiss, and woke up the next morning to discover the kids had decorated it while we were sleeping. It's cute and haphazard and so perfect for all of its imperfections. It's the picture of what Christmas means to us; warm memories, tender love, the simple things that are most important, all because of a babe in a manger a long time ago. I love it so much.