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.”