Do you ever stop and wonder why you’re doing some of the crazy things that you’re doing? In my family, we do a lot of things that some people might consider odd, like the drumming circles at mom’s house, that always seemed to get the neighbor’s attention. But due to our oddness, I never really considered how odd some of our everyday traditions really are.
The holidays are a perfect example. There are a million crazy traditions that we will follow, although in many cases, I have no idea why we still do this stuff.
Last weekend, I woke my family up first thing in the morning, made them a nice breakfast and then forced everyone to get bundled up and go to the Christmas tree farm. (It might sound hypocritical since I keep spouting about global warming, but I figure if no one was paying to cut down the trees, then there wouldn’t be as much of a push to plant them, so I can justify it.)
I’m sure the temperature was about two degrees, with a wind chill of about negative 50 million, but I really wanted to find the perfect tree. For about an hour, we wandered through the rows of spruce and pine and fir trees, until our fingers were about to fall off. Too short, too round, bare spot, not green enough. Finally we found the perfect tree, or at least we thought it was the perfect tree, but the frost bite might have been a convincing factor.
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