THE CHRISTMAS TREE! Back in the 60s my mom decided we would be hip and cool, and ... with it. You know, like Twiggy cool. She bought a silver artificial Xmas tree. We were shocked. our down to earth mother was going new wave. The first year... silver tree with only gold ornaments, and a spot light positioned just so. My mom was giddy with her tree. My dad, not so much. The second year... The gently used silver tree comes back out of the box, and and this year only blue ornaments. The spotlight was replaced with a rotating, multicolored glass circle with a light behind it to send waves of color reflecting off of the silver tree branches. With a big smile, mom again is happy. Dad, not so much. Year three. By now, the box the tree was in is replaced by a garbage bag. The branches have lost a lot of their silver, for lack of a better word, slivers, and instead of the branches reachng to the sky, they just kind of droop a little. Not to worry. Mom has chosen red ornaments this year, and tinsel to hide some of the bare spots. Again she pulls it off, and again, she is happy. MY dad, not so much. The fourth year.... mom puts up the tree, which by now is just sad looking. while standing in front of it, searching her brain for inspiration, my dad walks in shakes his head, says not this year Helen, not this year. He grabs the poor tree, takes it outside and throws it in the garbage can. Then he gets in his ford Fairlane and takes off down the road. My mom is furious. About an hour later, dad walks into the house with the biggest, greenist, most recently chopped down Christmas tree any one had ever seen. We were all secretly thrilled. MOm, well she got out the gold, the blue and the red ornaments and we all trimmed the tree. The incident forgotten.
Posted on: Mon, 02 Dec 2013 23:11:45 +0000
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