Ryan Picks Tree
I’m a “live Christmas tree” kinda gal. One year, when I was really little, I announced that I wanted my OWN Christmas tree for my bedroom. I’m not sure why this was necessary, but I thought it should be so. So my dad went out into the backyard, and topped a tree and set it up in my bedroom (We lived in Eureka… there were trees everywhere!). I made some ornaments, “borrowed some” from the family tree, and Dad made me a beautiful (and mathematically precise) cardboard and tinfoil star. It remains one of my favorite Christmas memories.
And I sympathize with Charlie Brown… I always feel bad for all the “unwanted Christmas trees.”
When I have a tree, I always have a scraggly Peanuts-type tree. I just feel bad for them, surrounded by big ol’ steroid trees. It’s like the last geeky kid chosen to play a game.
Your dad loved every minute of making that star for you, it had to be “just so!” Love Mom
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I’m with you, Brig! Real trees all the way!
When I was a kid, my Gramma Welton had an aluminum Christmas tree; the silver one that rotated on its stand and had the three color light wheel. I loved watching it, but never wanted to have one in our home. Of course, Gramma also lived in a mobile home in Phoenix, Arizona, so winter itself was a little surreal for a kid growing up in Wisconsin.
TODAY’S TIDBIT: “A Charlie Brown Christmas” is often regarded as the “killing” of the aluminum Christmas tree. When Linus banged on one and commented sarcastically, “This really brings out the spirit of Christmas”, those hollow bangs were the death-knell of the industry. Within two years of the first airing in December 1965 (which I watched and LOOOOOVED!), the aluminum tree industry was virtually gone.
ELEMENTAL: I know exactly what you mean. I loved baseball and played pickup games with the other girls and boys in the neighborhood, but was always picked last.
We just put up our new tree yesterday. After 25 years we decided the old one had bit the biscuit.
I like plastic trees (I don’t have much of a choice, in our apartment we’re not allowed real ones because of the fire hazard), especially with built-in lights. But if I ever get a real tree, it’ll be a Charlie Brown tree or a little crooked Christmas tree 🙂
Poor tree.
It never had a chance, except with Ryan.
Eccentricity!