At first the title was going to read Weather like Christmas. Hmmm, whether to like Christmas or not. That opens a whole lot of positives and negatives so decided on the safe, "Christmas like weather."
The first Christmas spent in Arizona was weird; weather wise and many other whys. Oh, the confusion of the English language. Anyway, I'm in shorts and a tank top and Arizonians are bundled up nothing short of the Pacific Northwest. Why? How can that be? The sun is shining and it is 70 degrees. Come on, folks. Let's go tree shopping. Tradition points to a Douglas Fir so we, my son, daughter-in-law and two grands, hit some of the corner tree markets. No doubt these trees were cut a month ago and if they last a week without dropping all their needles it would truly be a Christmas miracle. Checking the price tags caused my son who is 6' 3" to suddenly grow another inch as his hair stood on end. My hand immediately slid to my purse to protect it from impulse buying. I really was ready to shell out $80.00 but was out voted. Fry's supermarket was having a special on imitation Fica trees and, with a few lights brought from Washington, Christmas was officially dubbed Arizona. This was a lesson in Christmas love not decorations. The 5 of us had one of the best Christmas I can remember. Lots of love and laughs.
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