1983, the “Year Of The Paper Christmas Tree” is a Christmas I will treasure for the rest of my life. It is both one of the saddest and funniest Christmases I have experienced (so far).
It started a few weeks before Christmas when we went to pick out our “fresh cut” Christmas tree. It was perfect! In the weeks leading up to Christmas our perfect tree began to lose some needles, but what real tree doesn’t lose a few needles-right?
Christmas Eve brought a terrible snow storm and some of the coldest temps on record. It also brought a sound, then a site, that horrified my mom…
She awoke to what she thought was the sound of running water. She followed the sound into the living room where she witnessed what she calls “a shower of pine needles”. Almost every needle was falling off our Christmas tree in one big cascade. She had never seen anything like it before.
My sister and I woke shortly after my mom and freaked out when we saw what was left of our beautiful tree–ornaments, stringed popcorn, and lights on bare branches. We cried when my mom and dad told us we had to get rid of our tree because it was a fire hazard. We went hysterical when they told us that it was too cold and there was too much snow to get a new tree. We can’t have Christmas without a tree!
Then it dawned on my parents…They had gotten us finger paints for Christmas and my neighbor had a huge roll of packing paper…we would paint a tree…
Wasn’t I cute?
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Nicole
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