The Christmas Tree
In 2007 when I moved back to the states, I showed up on my mom’s doorstep with a suitcase and two dogs and not much more to my name. Christmas was only a few months away, and I had nothing to give. So I wrote a Christmas story about my brother and sister and me, a true story of the Christmas I was compelled (coerced might be a better word) to give up my pacifier. I printed it on fancy paper, and gave it to my family for Christmas.
A couple of years later, I wrote a different Christmas story and gave it as a gift again. This time, not because I couldn’t afford gifts, but because it was so much fun the first time around. That story, “The Christmas Tree,” includes my brother and sister-in-law, my sister, my mother, and my three nieces.
I hadn’t read it since that Christmas in 2009 until earlier this week, when it came into my head unexpectedly. I thought I would include it here, a Christmas gift to you.
It’s a story about a quest to find the perfect tree. The events unfolded within may or may not be true.
Merry Christmas.
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