A Yuletide memory

In a cozy town, where every winter brought a crisp air and the smell of firewood burning, my most treasured childhood Christmas memory was born. Each year as our family Christmas tree lot brims with evergreens, there's a story I recall, a story about a bike named 'Blue'.

When I was a young boy, the world seemed vast and full of wonder. My heart had one simple yet profound wish: a bicycle. I didn’t want just any bike, I wanted one that was as bright as the noon sky. A blue one.

That year, the Christmas air seemed a little crisper, the lights a tad brighter. Beneath our towering family tree, among the usual wrapped packages, was something I hadn't dared to hope for. There, leaning gracefully, was Blue. It wasn't merely a bike; it was freedom, adventure, and joy combined into one gleaming gift.

Blue and I became the best of companions. We explored the outskirts of our town, racing past frosted meadows, feeling the wind sting our cheeks as we ventured down unfamiliar trails. Each turn of its wheels seemed to echo with laughter and shouts of yuletide joy. Those days, though now distant, are as clear as the star atop our tree.

Time, as it always does, moved on. I grew taller, my rides on Blue became fewer, and new adventures beckoned. Yet, every Christmas, as we set up our tree lot, the sight of those evergreens would whisk me back to that magical morning.

As you wander through our lot this season, amidst the scent of fir and the soft melodies of Christmas carols, take a moment imagine the memories you’ll create for your children. Let our trees remind you of your own cherished memories and the timeless magic of Christmas.

For in every tree you see here, in every branch and needle, is a story, a memory, a piece of someone's heart. And as you choose your tree and create new memories, remember that the essence of Christmas isn't just in the gifts we unwrap but in the love we share and the past we cherish.