I used to spend a lot of time picking out the perfect Christmas tree. I’d wander around in the cold, agonizing over each one – its height, its symmetry…
I did not take the decision lightly.
Eventually my children began to weigh in on the selection process, and their criteria weren’t quite as….clear as mine.
It was hard to let go of being in charge of selecting the tree, but when one’s children declare their undying love for a tree, its imperfections lose their significance.
What I ultimately realized was this –
Every single tree is beautiful when it is dressed in light and love.
Just like people.