Finally, in 2008, after eight years of hard work, Tinsel Time Christmas Tree Farm opened for business. It was a family affair just like we’d imagined. Our kids, along with my brothers, my parents and our nieces and nephews helped out.
We dressed like elves and stood by the side of the road waving a banner that read, “Chop down your own Christmas tree!” We drew people in with marshmallow roasts and hayrides in a red-and-white sleigh.
Business was great! After the first year, Karen and I both took early retirement and sunk all of our spare time and cash into the farm.
But by year three, the economy had totally bottomed out and fewer folks were showing up to find their perfect tree. We were putting more money into our farm than we were making. Karen’s company let her come back and I picked up part-time electronics work.
“Things will work out,” Karen said. “The economy will pick up and people will want their trees.” That was Karen. Always positive, always optimistic.
“How can you be so sure?” I said.
“We’ll pray about it,” she said. And we did.
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