O Christmas tree
by Jennifer Cohron
Dec 01, 2013 | 1128 views | 0 0 comments | 125 125 recommendations | email to a friend | print
Jennifer Cohron
Jennifer Cohron
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Zac, Wyatt and I recently had the pleasure of being invited to the West Jefferson Festival of Trees. It was a great kickoff to our holiday season.

I don’t think I have ever seen so many beautiful trees in one place.

It would be more diplomatic to say that the Cohrons couldn’t possibly pick a favorite. However, some trees do appear more often than others in the nearly 150 photos I took that day.

Of course, we lingered at the elaborate Crimson Tide display set up at the end of the hallway.

I’ve always had a fondness for white trees. Maybe it’s because I can count on one hand how many times I’ve seen a legitimate snowfall in my lifetime.

The Santa standing near the tree was a cutie pie, decked out appropriately in a straw hat and houndstooth scarf.

What impressed me most, though, were the dozens of other items incorporated into the display — pom poms, lamps, paintings, picture frames, a rocking chair, dolls, books. It felt like we were standing in Nick Saban’s living room.

Still, I’d have to say that I preferred the Auburn tree over the Alabama one. (Zac vehemently disagreed with me.)

In the glow of those blue lights, the orange ornaments just jumped out at me. I tried several different settings on my camera in order to capture it perfectly.

I have been telling Zac for years that Auburn’s colors are prettier than Alabama’s. This is yet another area in which he refuses to listen to reason.

Zac’s favorite tree was a tribute to a different sport — fishing.

I never would have thought of decorating a tree with fishing lures.

Apparently neither had Zac, but we had a miniature version of the angler tree sitting on our desk at home within 48 hours.

Wyatt fell in love with the Dr. Seuss tree downstairs. Although he declined the invitation to have his picture made with Santa, he was quite willing to strike a pose beside the Cat in the Hat.

I loved each of these trees and several others that won’t get mentioned, but what I enjoyed most about our afternoon in West Jefferson was sitting in the dark auditorium and watching a few scenes from “White Christmas” on the big screen.

Unlike Zac and Wyatt, I didn’t participate in a photo op with the trees, but I strongly encouraged Zac to get a shot of me with Bing and Rosemary in the background.

Unfortunately, it was dark in there, so I can’t turn the image into a Christmas card as I had hoped.

We all enjoyed the Festival of Trees so much that I have been toying with the notion of doing a themed tree of our own.

Our ornament collection hasn’t changed much since the year Zac and I got married.

It was only our second Christmas together and our first in our own home.

I was also several months pregnant at the time. Two days before Christmas, we found out that we would be having a boy.

As a result, a lot of our ornaments are things like baby rattles and lovebirds smooching in a tree.

The theme, if any, is “A new life together.”

Four years later, that life is rocking and rolling along. I thought perhaps it was time to pick out one or two ornaments that are most sentimental to us and pack the rest away.

Maybe we could do a Disney tree or one that emphasized the Nativity. Whatever we decided, a lot of shiny new things would certainly be required.

Then I started going through our storage bin of ornaments and realized that I’m not ready to close the chapter on our new life just yet.

Those two overdressed bears standing on top of a wedding cake help me remember the day that I walked through the infield dirt at the Old Park to become Zac’s wife.

That silver rattle reminds me how it felt to be a totally unprepared “Parent-to-be.”

The Scooby Doo ornament that Wyatt keeps pulling off the tree and will inevitably break in his quest to hear it play the theme song is one that he and his Daddy picked out for me themselves the same year that I bought them every episode of the original Scooby Doo series.

I live a mismatched kind of life, one in which the line between past, present and future often feels blurred.

As long as that’s the case, shiny and new simply won’t do when it comes to our Christmas tree.