There were no evergreen trees growin enny-whur around our cotton-patch farm when I was growin up...I musta been, oh, knee-high to a knee, when I got to noticin this. Chrissmuss was comin and I dearly pined for a pine tree to decorate in our countryfied home. Me an my brudder got the choppin axe and ankled our way down into the deep woods...We finally hacked-down a Hack Berry bush and drug it home. Propped it up in a corner of the living room, then proceeded to decorate it to our hearts desire. We pulled down some holly-berries from a tree in our yard, popped some pop corn and strung em up on a thread. Got some Spanish Moss from a nearby Oak and hung it like Icecicle-Tinsel from the branches of our make-doo twistmus twee. Took some brown, spikey, gum-balls that had fell offn a sweet-gum tree and then plucked a few round cypress balls from a tree in the Break. Fount a dead woodpecker to place on the tree-top for an Angel...and sprayed shaving-cream-foam around the tree for Snow. If you kinda backed-off a bit and peered at it sorta squench-eyed, it didnt look too bad. Then that dad-gum dead woodpecker got to smellin some kinda Awful. There went our Angel. Just about that time, our Daddy come home with a two-dollar two-foot Aluminum fake tree from T.G.&Y 5 & 10 cent store out in Winnsburr. And That was the year DADDY SAVED CHRISTMAS at our house...
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 03:11:33 +0000
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