Oh, Christmas Tree!
From Jo: The older I get, the more I think about Christmases when I was a kid. One of the biggest deals was walking up to a lot, a few blocks from our house, with my Dad, to get The Tree. The trees were sold flat, and leaned up against a building. There was nothing beautiful about them and I could never imagine how they would turn into beautiful trees.
For my Dad, it seemed easy though. He was a tall, slim guy, with big hands, a plumber in his work life. He would pick out a pile of trees, and start pawing through them one at a time. He would see one and say "Jo, what do you think of this one." I'd grimace and say no, no, Dad , its all flat and not a bit nice. So he would put it back and continue to paw through these trees. He might ask me once again but if I said No, that was it, he wouldn't ask me anymore.
Then the magic Moment came, he would pull one out, pay a couple of bucks for it, and despite my protesting that it wasn't suitable, he would say, This one will be alright. Then we would start for home.
By the way, This will be alright, were bywords for my Dad. They were applied to naughty neighbor kids, to lawnmowers, to complaining old ladies, most problems that came along he decided that things would just
"be alright". And of course, they were! This is a lesson I have not always learned but I keep trying!
Back to the unacceptable (to me) tree. It went into the livingroom, fit into the stand we had for it, filled it with water, and watched the branches warm up and fall. Within an hour, it was so beautiful I couldn't believe my eyes. My Mom and I decorated it and it was even more gorgeous.
Since that time, I have often asked myself, How Did He Know? That from those flat, frozen trees, he was picking a winner. I have decided he had no idea and just wanted to get home, so he picked one. And he never failed. A few years later, my Mom thought artificial trees were wonderful and bought one for us. But I am glad I had my first 8 years as training from a pro!
Will you share some early Christmas memories? Its more fun than going shopping!
Cheers and hugs,
Jo (and Stella and Ali Z)