The Writer's Pen

Christmas is over for another year, but the memories still remain.

This year, for example, it rained on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. I don’t recall that ever happening, though my memory isn’t that great anymore. The grandkids wanted to go sledding, but there wasn’t any snow. I know I’ll remember this rainy Christmas for a long time, but in years to come if someone asks me what year it occurred, I’ll be stumped. That’s just the way my life goes.

One of my Christmas memories from an unknown year involves cutting a Christmas tree at a tree farm west of Milford. This farm was run by some membe...