May dad writes a column for the Cochrane Eagle. He asked me to do a guest column for Christmas, and I was happy to. Here it is (you can also see it on coffeewithwarren.com).
When I was a teenager, we lived in a big house at the foot of Mount Yamnuska. Every December, we would go out into our big back lot and find a suitable spruce tree. We would cut it and drag it across the snow and into the house, and it would spruce up our living room as we spruced it up with ornaments, garlands and those little tinsel strips the cats always ate. Continue reading