Early in our marriage we lived in Los Angeles. Preparing for our first Christmas there (although we'd be spending Christmas day with family some four hours away) we went shopping for our first Christmas tree. We could hardly believe our eyes as we drove past the Christmas tree lots. We not only had our choice of green trees and white trees, but also pink trees, blue trees, yellow trees, and black trees!
Wait a second. Can you picture a pink Christmas tree? I would imagine it with pink shiny balls or swirly things, pink celophane "tinsel," and a princess ornament on top. That might work for a store window display, but not our house.
Can you picture a blue Christmas tree? Well maybe with silver stars and blue shiny balls, and a star on top, and perhaps some snow. But I think I'd tire of it before Christmas arrived.
How about a yellow Christmas tree? Yuck! Or a black Christmas tree? Can you imagine brightly colored packages under a black tree?
When I was growing up we always had a "fresh" fir tree. Only one year did we add a second tree for our buffet area: a two-foot white tree which my mother set on a mirror and on which she strung blue lights. We kids loved it because it wa different.
My husband and I have always had green trees for our family, some with flat branches, some bushy, long needled or short, but always green. Green accomodates so many other colors to decorate with: red, gold, silver, and even blue. Green also speaks of life, and that, after all, is what Christmas is all about: LIFE - a baby, Jesus, the promised Messiah, born to be our Savior, born to give us life.
Paulita
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