As a little boy growing up on a farm near Lusby Mill, it seemed an eternal wait for Christmas morning and the excitement of seeing what presents had been left under the Christmas tree. Those presents have been long forgotten, but the enduring memory is that of going out with Dad about a week before Christmas to find the perfect Christmas tree for our home. We would search for hours and look at scores of cedar trees to find one shaped just right and the correct height for our living room. After we found and cut the tree, we would tie it to my Western Flyer sleigh and pull it home. That sleigh was much easier to pull if there was a snow on the ground. I still remember the ornaments and the lights we used year after year, and the aroma of cedar is the scent that I most associate with Christmas. My other fond memories of Christmas are of the special desserts that my Mom would prepare for us to eat at Christmastime and also the fellowship and friendship of the community, especially at Lusby Mill Baptist Church. Merry Christmas all! Jim Mason