The story of one huge Christmas tree that begat a generation of other huge Christmas trees.
Dear Unreliable Narrator: This one really got me, so beautiful and funny, sad too, how time alters memories, perceptions, intentions, holidays. I believe your version of the big tree, who bought it, and am glad to read you keep up the tradition from your lovely mind.
My dad loved everything about Christmas... getting the tree, always a big one, and how after it was decorated he would lie on the couch in the living room and look at it with music playing on the hi-fi. The year he died we had Christmas at my uncle’s 100 miles away. I made mention to my mom there was no tree. We came back from midnight mass and he had piled the presents up as best he could in the shape of a tree. It just wasn’t the same.
I love your tree, Pat! I’m you in my family and they all call me Mrs. Christmas. They don’t keep up with the traditions or memories, but get disappointed if I don’t. 😁
Go green, Sister! Those tiny trees smile all year round.