But then something happened. I saw it. Bundled up in plastic netting. It looked sad, standing there in a barn type set up with its siblings. I had to save it. It was a beautiful, REAL, Christmas tree. Not some made-in-China plastic piece of global-warming. A real flesh and bone tree, that had once sucked in carbon dioxide and breathed out sweet 02 life. Better known as oxygen.
I saw the tree, bf saw me look at the tree, but it was too late, I was in love. And he couldn’t say no since its Christmas. I didn’t care about how we were going to drive with it in the back seat, or how we would get it up two levels of stairs, I wanted it.
He carried the bags up while I struggled with my new friend. Have you ever carried a tree up stairs? It’s not really heavy, just awkward. Sharp pointy bits stuck out and stabbed me and it was hard to hold onto. I grunted my way up the stairs and almost swore like a sailor, but I was happy. I finally had a real tree.
So after releasing it from the net prison, he cut the bottom off, put it in the stand, then said he wanted to wash the pine small off his hands and play a game. But me, I stood and admired this beautiful tree. Which was grown from the Earth. And in a months time, it will return home.
I know that sometimes people get sad around this time of year, but don’t sit at home alone. Go out and talk to people, volunteer or be brave and go to Church. I’m still looking around to find one I like. But in the mean time, I read my prayer book and let the words surround me and soothe my soul.
Merry Christmas everyone