Chubby coming home to me.
I love Chubby. I have always challenged our tree selection to find the biggest, most personable tree our home can embrace. There is something magical for me about a Christmas tree that overwhelms a space…walking into a room, completely distracted by the presence of the world’s outside beauty…inside. Chubby holds attention when entering our living room. I can sit for hours watching his twinkling stars as I enjoy the ambiance of this season, which to me, means a season where I specifically focus on giving to the world. It does not have to be Christmas, to have a reason to give to those around me. It just seems that the magic of Christmas brings out the best me…the person I strive to be all through the year.