C is for Cornucopia

 There have been so many things to write about, that I’ve been a little overwhelmed and I fear I have been procrastinating.

 Lately I seem to be on an emotional rollercoaster, but more on that later.  Let’s start with the most obvious:

C is for Christmas.

 Ever since I was a little girl, I have waited to hear the right Christmas tree “talk” to me.  Only then would I know that that was the perfect tree to come home with us.  Sometimes it took a couple of tree lots and I am amazed that my father, and later Doug and the girls were so patient, ( though the girls bought into the whole concept immediately!)

 This year we decided that we would go all out for Christmas as we were probably going to step aside as the hosts for the family the following…