When we were little, our dad worked out-of-town a whole lot. Dad had his own gravel truck and with four kids, he went wherever the work was.
I can still see dad bringing home the most misshapen Christmas trees. They were never too tall, he’d just chopped off the bottom two feet. The fact that it took up the entire living room wasn’t really a concern either. If one branch was too long, dad would saw it off, drill a hole, and stick it back in else where. Naturally, the needles fell off within days.
I remember one year there was actually a bird nest in the tree. Dad had just stopped with some other truckers, somewhere on a mountain, and popped our tree into the back of his truck. Of course we were filled with excitement to see dad come home. With a big smile on his face, he’d wrestle a giant tree in the back door and proclaim, “I got us a real beauty!”
Boy, they sure smelt good when they thawed. The tree’s that is
Now, I sure didn’t need a Christmas tree in my craft room, but simply could not resist. Say what? Yes, it’s aqua! It’s just a little something I picked up along the way. Look hon!