For more than ten years, our annual tradition has been venturing west of Calgary to select Christmas trees on provincial Crown land. We pick one for indoors, adorned with our cherished ornaments, and another for the deck, adorned with white lights. This custom, perhaps a nod to my Norwegian roots, has evolved over time.
Initially, my stepson, who is now 21, has been a part of this tradition since his elementary school days. His dad always empowered him to make the final call on the trees – ensuring they were neither too thin nor too broad, and pondering over pine versus spruce. This year, he showcased exceptional judgement, identifying sturdy branches for our heavy decorations and steering clear of delicate, fluffy ones. It was evident that he had honed a keen eye for details such as scale, symmetry, and how the tree’s shape complements the room’s ambiance.
Our family ritual has transformed over the years. From a bustling scene with barking dogs, cheerful kids, hot chocolate, pies, and bonfires, it has now transitioned into a more intimate affair. This year, it was just the three of us – my partner, my stepson, and myself. John, my partner, is known for his meticulous planning, always bringing along a plethora of supplies for our outings. This time, he opted for a simpler setup, carrying only the essentials like the saw and sleds.
Driving past other families with freshly cut trees, we marveled at the variety of techniques employed for tree selection – including one family using an electric saw powered by their car. As we journeyed further, snow began to fall, creating a picturesque winter wonderland. Once at the site, we scouted for the perfect tree while relishing the serene surroundings and savoring the moment away from the hustle and bustle of daily life.
Unlike previous years focused on hunting for the ideal tree, this time, I found myself introspectively observing nature’s beauty. The tranquility of the forest, the snowy landscape, and the interactions with my stepson and partner took on a deeper significance. It dawned on me that our yearly tree-hunting expedition was more than just a tradition – it was a bond with nature, a connection that transcends time and generations.
In the end, cutting down our Christmas tree was not merely a task but a shared experience that enriched us. It symbolized a sense of belonging rooted in tradition rather than ownership. As we cherish the memories of this year’s hunt, we recognize the profound impact of nature on our lives, shaping our traditions and nurturing our spirits. The forest, a steadfast companion in our annual quest, has witnessed our growth and evolution, embodying the essence of continuity amidst life’s changes.