Lil' was so excited to find her Cinderella Christmas tree in all the Christmas packing. I am not sure I was, it is also a musical tree. She plays it all the time.
Saturday Daddy decided that we should go to the festival of trees. This is an annual event where an enormous expo center is filled with themed Christmas trees. Each tree is donated, then sold. All proceeds go to the our local children's hospital. We didn't purchase a tree. Most of them were sold, plus they were priced at 100's to 1000's of dollars.
Here are a few of the trees the kids liked.
Upon leaving the expo center we entered the bitter cold where the beginnings of our first huge snow storm was brewing. Each snow flake seemed to be falling independently instead of in clumps. The flakes would alight on our clothes and we could see the intricacies of each flake. I was amazed and in awe. Many years have gone by since I had examined an individual snow flake. I got more enjoyment at showing the kids all the different flakes and watching them melt than looking at all the expensive, worldly if you will, Christmas trees. It instilled a peace, quietness and reverence for all God's power. I am ever grateful for having noticed the season.