It Is Tree Decorating Time and Oh The Memories!

 

Photos by Suzanne Currie

A PREAMBLE TO TODAY’S POST

OUR ANTIQUE SHOP AT CHRISTMAS, IS A SOCIAL BUNDLE OF JOY TO BEHOLD - AND WE ARE THE HAPPIEST BEHOLDERS AND IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH SALES

BY TED CURRIE

     Charles Dickens himself might have assessed of us, upon close examination of our historically cluttered shop, that “we are all well suited to our profession.” Antiquarians. Purveyors of old stuff, and stewards of what someone once called their heirlooms. Curators of the “this and thats” of inanimate objects that have been passed down through the ages, and collecting passionately by the family posted on the marquis at the front of the shop, here on the Main Street of Gravenhurst. When I first established “Old Mill Antiques,” on Manitoba Street in Bracebridge, back in 1977, in the downstairs of the former home and medical office of Dr. Peter McGibbon, we did so on the cusp of that year’s Christmas season. I dearly loved that house because of the way it wore its history, and especially the very real feeling the three story estate was most pleasantly haunted. When my parents, Merle and Ed partnered with me to set up the antique and gift shop, we all did so with all the imagery of Christmases past, such that the place looked fantastic with our vintage collection tucked into the main parlor in company of the fireplace. The shop was the perfect Christmas setting for antiques. The only thing missing that year were the customers. It was a first year business that had a miserable advertising budget, and not much prominence where we were, on the high side of Bracebridge’s downtown, across from Memorial Park. Even in this period, the traditional downtown was the high rent district because of the traffic flow. Uptown was really uptown and a lot of retailers found it difficult to make inroads with customers. This was a transitional period of course, so if we had an uptown business there not, in 2021, we’d probably do quite well attracting guests. My second shop was situated in the former shop run by W.W. Kinsey, a block north, where it had been find for an undertaker and furniture seller, but would prove rather difficult for an antique dealer working in the basement below Martin Framing on the upper level. We always put on a big Christmas spread, and we would host open houses with hot cider and baked goods, and Suzanne and the boys would be the biggest consumer of the treats. We didn’t have much of a budget for advertising then either. But we did okay, and everyone enjoyed the run-up to the holiday season, and despite the fact attendance was usually low, it didn’t stop us from making it a social “happening,” depending on who dropped in, and what kind of mood they happened to be in at the time. We had a few Scrooges. Just not enough to get in the way of general goodwill.

     Our present shop in Gravenhurst’s downtown, opposite the Opera House, is halfway through its 16th year, and we have made up for some rather dismal Christmas seasons, by making the place as welcoming as possible, and as festive as we can achieve without making it a tacky affair. We Curries love to be retailers at this time of the year, and over the decades, we’ve learned through experience, good and bad, how to put on a good show, and provide customers with Christmas season accessories, adornments and gift potentials; and even some bits and bobs they might enjoy gifting-to-themselves, if their orbit of friends and family is small, and there happens to be something they have been eyeing on numerous trips to see us. This wasn’t written to be a commercial plug, even though we have a similarly restricted advertising budget as years past. It was to explain to our friends and supporters, who have come to know us more intimately over the years, just how much we enjoy their company during this part of the early winter, when most of us are “chomping at the bit,” so to speak, for the Christmas events to unfurl in full regalia of Christmases Past, Present and Future. We enjoy the shop preparations and have a ball going out shopping for suitable inventory to satisfy customer interests, right up to the post New Years week, when there are still many friends and family staying on for an added holiday. We hope you will find time to drop by this Christmas season, if just to visit with us, as we have enjoyed for so many years in the past. We really do have a blast here at Currie’s Antiques and Music, and sometimes we wonder if maybe we are enjoying things too much for our own good. No. It’s one time of the year that we have no hesitation spoiling ourselves, and when we can, spoiling you as well. Glad tidings are free.

IT'S TREE DECORATING NIGHT AND INSTEAD OF TWELVE DISAGREEMENTS, IN KEEPING WITH THE TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS, WE'VE ONLY HAD FOUR

BUT WE HAVEN'T STARTED DECORATING YET EITHER; OUR SAVING GRACE, THE PLASTIC TREE WITH LIGHTS WIRED ON!

     IT'S REALLY PATHETIC, GOSH DARN-IT, WHEN GETTING INTO ARGUMENTS ABOUT THE PLACEMENT AND DECORATING OF THE CHRISTMAS TREE BECOMES A HOLIDAY TRADITION. I DON'T KNOW IF MY MOTHER AND FATHER, HAD SIMILAR SITUATIONS IN THEIR FAMILY HOMES, AS YOUNGSTERS, BUT IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN A TRADITION IN OURS. I REMEMBER ONE YEAR, MY MOTHER PURCHASED EXPENSIVE GLASS CHRISTMAS DECORATIONS, CIRCA 1962, FROM EATONS IN TORONTO. THEY'D BE WORTH A FORTUNE TODAY, AS VINTAGE CHRISTMAS ORNAMENTS CAN FETCH A KING'S RANSOM. EVEN BEFORE THE FIRST FULL DAY, THE NATURAL TREE THEY BOTH INSISTED ON HAVING, FELL TWICE, BREAKING AT LEAST FOUR OF THE TWELVE SHE HAD PURCHASED. SHE WAS FURIOUS, BUT MY DAD, AS THE TREE PLACEMENT ENGINEER, THOUGHT IT WAS UNNECESSARY TO TIE THE TOP OF THE TREE TO A CURTAIN ROD, OR HOOK ON THE CEILING, TO PREVENT IT TOPPLING OVER. THE ORNAMENTS LASTED ABOUT THREE CHRISTMASES, BEFORE THEY WERE ALL GONE, MERLE REFUSING TO BUY ANY NEW ONES, CITING ANNUALLY, EVERY TIME THE MATTER CAME UP FOR DISCUSSION, THAT MY FATHER HAD NO IDEA HOW TO ERECT A CHRISTMAS TREE; SO THEREFORE, ALL DECORATIONS HAD TO BE NEW-AGE PLASTIC, THAT COULD BOUNCE OFF THE FLOOR WHEN THE TREE FELL.

     OUR FAMILY LIFE DURING THE HOLIDAYS, WAS A LOT LIKE THE MOVIE "CHRISTMAS STORY," EXCEPT FOR THE FACT WE WERE A FAMILY OF THREE, NOT FOUR, LIVED IN AN APARTMENT, NOT A HOUSE, AND HAD A CAR WITH FOUR GOOD TIRES; BUT OURS STALLED EVERY FIVE OR SIX MILES, STRANDING US AT ROADSIDE. MERLE ALWAYS HAD A BLANKET TO KEEP US FROM FREEZING TO DEATH. THE TRIP ON A WEEKNIGHT, TO THE CHRISTMAS TREE LOT, WHICH WAS BLOCKED OFF BY SUSPENDED LIGHTBULBS OVERHEAD, WAS INSIDE FIVE MILES, SO WE WERE AT LEAST CLOSER TO HOME WHEN THE ENGINE KONKED OUT. USUALLY, IF WE SAT FOR TWENTY MINUTES, AND MY FATHER CURSED LOUD ENOUGH TO CREATE A POSITIVE CHARGE, THE ENGINE WOULD EVENTUALLY TURN OVER, AND WE'D BE ON OUR WAY.

    AT THE TREE LOT, MY FATHER ALSO THOUGHT HIMSELF AN EXPERT IN THE SELECTION PROCESS. KEEPING IN MIND, THAT WE ONLY EVER SHOPPED AT NIGHT, AND THE LIGHT BULBS DIDN'T HELP MUCH FOR VISIBILITY. MY FATHER WASN'T FRUGAL WHEN IT CAME TO BUYING A CASE OF BEER, OR OTHER ALCOHOL FOR THE HOLIDAYS, BUT WHEN IT CAME TO PURCHASING A SUITABLE TREE FOR THE LIVING ROOM, ED WAS SO CHEAP, AS THEY SAY, HE SQUEAKED. HE WOULD FIND THE "CHARLIE BROWN TREE," WITHOUT BRANCHES ON ONE SIDE, AND DECLARE, "HEY, IT'S GOING AGAINST THE WALL ANYWAY. WHO CARES IF IT DOESN'T HAVE ANY BRANCHES BACK THERE." THERE WAS ALWAYS SOMETHING WRONG WITH HIS ATTITUDE, IN MY RETROSPECTIVE, AND MY MOTHER STALWARTLY REFUSED DOZENS OF TREES, BECAUSE SHE CLAIMED THEY WERE MISSHAPEN. THE OTHER ALL-IMPORTANT ASPECT, FOR MY MOTHER, WAS IF THE TREE WAS LOSING NEEDLES ON THE LOT. SHE WOULD INSIST THAT ED BOUNCE THE TREE UP AND DOWN ON THE GROUND, SO SHE COULD INSPECT THE FALLEN DEBRIS WREATHING IN THE SNOW BELOW. SHE CLAIMED RIGHTLY OR WITHOUT BASIS, THAT ONE SUCH SHEDDING TREE, HAD KILLED HER EXPENSIVE VACUUM YEARS PREVIOUS, AND SHE WASN'T GOING TO TAKE A CHANCE BREAKING ANOTHER. ED HATED, BACK IN THOSE YEAR, PAYING ANY MORE THAN FIVE BUCKS FOR A TREE, BUT I KNOW HE WOULD GO AS HIGH AS SEVEN DOLLARS AND FIFTY CENTS. THE AVERAGE EVEN THEN, WAS FIFTEEN TO TWENTY FOR A NICE TALL SCOTCH PINE. ED LIKE SPRUCE, MERLE WANTED SCOTCH PINE. MERLE GOT HER WAY EVERY YEAR, ONCE I WAS ABOUT SEVEN OR SO. NEVER ANOTHER SPARTAN SPRUCE. WELL THAT'S NOT ENTIRELY TRUE, IF YOU WERE TO COUNT THE ARTIFICIAL TREE THAT WAS A "FOREST SPRUCE" MODEL.

     WHEN WE GOT HOME WITH THE REAL TREE, ED BECAME A HAPPENSTANCE WOODSMAN. HE WAS NOT A HANDYMAN. NOT EVEN A QUARTER OF A HANDYMAN, AND HE OFTEN HURT HIMSELF, IN THE MOST BASIC OPERATION OF A SCREWDRIVER, OR PLIERS. A SAW? HE'D CUT HIMSELF EVERY SINGLE YEAR. HE LOOKED LIKE A ROUGH HEWN CANADIAN LOGGER. WE ONLY OWNED ONE SMALL SAW, A PAIR OF PLIERS AND ONE SCREWDRIVER, WHICH WERE ALL UTILIZED DURING A CHRISTMAS TREE RAISING EVENT. THE TREE-STAND WAS EVIL, ACCORDING TO ED. IT NEVER FIT PROPERLY, AND THE SCREWS ALWAYS MISSED THE MEAT OF THE TRUNK, AND THAT MADE THE WHOLE OUTFIT WONKY FROM THE GET-GO. I DON'T THINK, THAT IN MY YOUTH, WE EVER HAD A TREE THAT ACTUALLY STOOD STRAIGHT. IT ALWAYS HAD AN ANGLE TO IT, FORCING MY DAD, TO TRY AND FIX THIS BY TURNING IT TO DISGUISE THE FACT IT WASN'T ANCHORED PROPERLY IN THE BASE. THIS OF COURSE, LED TO THE MANY TREE COLLAPSES, AND ORNAMENT CARNAGE. FINALLY MERLE INSISTED THAT THE TREE TOP BE CONNECTED BY STRING TO THE CURTAIN ROD, ABOVE ONE OF OUR WINDOWS, WHICH WAS SIGNIFICANT BECAUSE IT WASN'T IN THE BEST SPOT FOR VIEWING; AND IT BLOCKED-OUT DAYLIGHT DURING THE DAY. BUT AT LEAST IT DIDN'T FALL OVER, WHICH WAS NICE. THERE IS SOMETHING DISTURBING ABOUT COMING HOME FROM SCHOOL, AND SEEING YOUR CHRISTMAS TREE ON THE FLOOR, AS IF IT HAD SUFFERED A HEART ATTACK.

     DECORATING THE TREE WAS SHEER MADNESS, AND I WAS DISAPPOINTED EVERY SINGLE YEAR. MERLE WAS PERSNICKETY TO A SHARP POINT, ABOUT HOW THE CHRISTMAS TREE WAS DECORATED, AND TRIMMED WITH TINSEL. NO GARLANDS. WE HAD TO HAVE TINSEL, AND NOTHING ELSE WOULD DO. AND EVERY STRAND OF TINSEL HAD TO BE APPLIED PERFECTLY, TO HANG STRAIGHT DOWN, WITH ONLY A MINOR LOOP AT THE TOP OVER THE BRANCH. MERLE WOULD FREAK OUT ON ME, IF ANY STRAND HAPPENED TO BE SLIGHTLY SIDEWAYS, OR BUNCHED UP, AS HAPPENS WHEN FRICTION BUILDS UP. THEN THERE WERE THOSE HORRIBLE WORK-SOMETIMES TREE LIGHTS, AND YOU PROBABLY KNOW ALL ABOUT THOSE. I HAVE WATCHED MY POOR FATHER, STRUGGLE FOR HOURS AND HOURS, TO FIND THE BULBS THAT WERE CAUSING THE STRANDS OF LIGHTS TO FAIL. ONE BURNED-OUT OR LOOSE BULB, MEANT YOU HAD TO TEST EACH AND EVERY ONE, AND THERE WAS A GOOD CHANCE, HE'D HAVE TO TAKE A RUN TO THE BURLINGTON WOOLWORTHS TO GET REPLACEMENT BULBS. AND THEN, AFTER A COUPLE OF NIGHTS OF ILLUMINATION, ANOTHER BULB WOULD FAIL, AND THIS WAS ALWAYS HORRIFIC, BECAUSE IT WAS FAR MORE DIFFICULT TO FIX WHEN THE STRANDS WERE WRAPPED AROUND THE DECORATED TREE. MY DAD WAS A FORMER NAVAL GUNNER, HAVING SERVED IN THE LEGENDARY NORTH ATLANTIC SQUADRON, AND THE MAN KNEW HOW TO CUSS A BLUE STREAK, MUCH TO MY MOTHER'S CHAGRIN. BY TIME I WAS IN GRADE THREE, I KNEW ALL THE WORDS TO THREE OF HIS SAILOR-SONGS, AND NONE OF THEM WERE SUITABLE FOR THE SCHOOLYARD, OR SO MY TEACHER INFORMED ME. THE ONE ABOUT "HITLER HAVING ONLY ONE BALL," WASN'T ABOUT CHRISTMAS TREE DECORATING, BUT HE FOUND REASON TO SING IT NONE THE LESS. INSTEAD OF CHRISTMAS CAROLS BEING SUNG IN OUR HOUSE, THE AIR WAS BLUE WITH PROFANITIES AND CIGARETTE SMOKE. YUP, BOTH MY PARENTS SMOKED LIKE CHIMNEYS, AND I HAD SECOND-HAND SMOKER'S COUGH MOST OF MY CHILDHOOD. IF HE HAD THREE OR FOUR BEER, AND THE LIGHTS GAVE HIM A HARD TIME, IT'S ENTIRELY POSSIBLE, THE WHOLE TREE COULD GO FLYING OUT THE WINDOW. I DON'T REMEMBER HIM DOING THIS, BUT ALWAYS THREATENED TO TAKE EXTREME MEASURES TO ENJOY CHRISTMAS, AND THAT MAY HAVE BEEN WITHOUT A DECORATED TREE. MY FATHER WASN'T A PATIENT MAN. SO IT WAS GOING TO BE A GOOD START TO CHRISTMAS, WHEN HE WAS ABLE TO GET THE LIGHTS ON IN THE FIRST TWO HOURS, SO THAT MERLE COULD DO HER TRIMMING TO HER HEART'S CONTENT, WITH A FLASK OF EGGNOG. MERLE WASN'T PARTICULARLY CONCERNED WHETHER I HAD A CHANCE TO DECORATE PART OF THE TREE OR NOT; AS FAR AS SHE WAS CONCERNED, IT WASN'T MANDATORY FOR A PARENT TO EXTEND THIS COURTESY TO A CHILD. NOT LIKE SENDING A LUNCH TO SCHOOL, AND MAKING SURE I HAD CLEAN SOCKS AND UNDERWEAR EVERY MORNING. IT WAS A PROJECT SHE ENJOYED EVERY DECEMBER, AND IT DIDN'T REALLY BOTHER ME THAT I WASN'T ALLOWED TO PUT MORE THAN A FEW DECORATIONS ON THE OUTSTRETCHED BRANCHES. I WAS REALLY ONLY INTERESTED IN WHAT WOULD BE PLACED UNDER THESE SAME DECORATED BOUGHS, ON CHRISTMAS MORNING.

     THE YEAR BEFORE SUZANNE AND I MARRIED, I HAD A SMALL ARTIFICIAL TREE, THAT SOMEONE GAVE ME, WHICH WAS LIKELY BEING THROWN OUT; AND I HAD A DOZEN ORNAMENTS AND A CAT NAMED "ANIMAL" THAT USED TO LAY IN THE BRANCHES. A FRIEND CAME OVER, AFTER A RINK RAT HOCKEY GAME IN BRACEBRIDGE, ONE NIGHT, AND WHEN EXAMINING A PRE-CHRISTMAS GIFT I HAD BOUGHT MYSELF, WHICH WAS A REALLY NICE GRASSMERE OTTER CANOE PADDLE, MADE BY STEVE MAHON, IT SNAPPED WITH A LOUD REPORT, IN TWO EQUAL PIECES. SO HE STUCK THE TWO SECTIONS IN THE TREE, AND SEEING AS I COULDN'T USE THEM FOR PADDLING, I CONSIDERED THEM INSTEAD, CHIC, RUSTIC, MUSKOKA CHRISTMAS TREE DECORATIONS. WHEN SUZANNE AND I MARRIED, WE CARRIED ON THE CHRISTMAS TREE TRADITION, FIRST WITH REAL TREES, AND THEN ARTIFICIAL TREES WHEN THE BOYS WERE YOUNG, BECAUSE THEY WERE CHEAPER. THOSE WERE THE DAYS WHEN WE WERE ON A TIGHT BUDGET, AND WE FOUND A BARGAIN, WITH A COUPLE OF NICE SCOTCH PINE (PLASTIC) TREES, AT THE LOCAL THRIFT SHOP. ONE YEAR, I DECIDED TO DOUBLE-UP THE BRANCHES, AND FOUND A WAY TO INTERTWINE THE BRANCHES OF A SECOND TREE, INTO THE ONE WE LIKED BEST. IT LOOKED RIDICULOUS. AND YES, EVEN THOUGH WE WOULD ROPE THE ARRAY OF TREES, ARTIFICIAL AND REAL, ONTO CURTAIN RODS AND HOOKS IN THE WALL, IT WAS USUALLY THE CASE SOMETHING CATASTROPHIC WOULD OCCUR, SENDING THE TREE TOPPLING IN ALL DIRECTIONS EXCEPT BACK. THIS WAS USUALLY BECAUSE OF THE CATS, AND THE DOG CHASING THEM, THAT ORNAMENTS WOULD FLY OFF THE TREE, AND THE WEIGHT OF TWO CATS ON THE BRANCHES AT THE TOP, WOULD BE TOO MUCH WEIGHT FOR THE TETHER AT THE TOP. THE JOYS OF BEING PET OWNERS.

     SEVERAL YEARS AGO, AFTER SUZANNE CLAIMED THAT NEEDLES FROM A REAL TREE, HAD DESTROYED HER VACUUM, (HEARD THIS ONE BEFORE) WE BROKE DOWN, AND PURCHASED AN ARTIFICIAL TREE WITH LIGHTS ALREADY STRUNG AROUND IT. IT JUST FOLDS OUT, SNAPS TOGETHER AND YOU PLUG IT IN. A SIMPLE PLAN, AND BEST OF ALL, IT HAS A WIDE POD STAND, WHICH CAN STAND UP TO OUR CATS SLEEPING IN ITS BRANCHES. THE TREE THIS YEAR, IS OUR SECOND ONE PURCHASED WITH PRE-STRUNG LIGHTS, AND WE LIKED IT SO MUCH, IN FACT, WE'VE BEEN USING IT NIGHTLY YEAR ROUND, INSTEAD OF A FLOOR LAMP, AND AS A NIGHT LIGHT WHEN WE GO TO BED. THEY HAVE ENERGY EFFICIENT LIGHTS, AND BY GOLLY, I LIKE IT DECORATED TO SUIT THE SEASON. SO FOLKS, TONIGHT MARKS A CHANGE OF TRADITION FOR US, BECAUSE THE TREE DIDN'T HAVE TO BE ERECTED, OR THE LIGHTS CHECKED, REPAIRED, AND THEN STRUNG ON THE TREE. THEY WERE ALREADY THERE, AND THE TREE IS PERFECTLY STRAIGHT, FLOOR TO CEILING, AND THERE HASN'T BEEN MUCH IN THE WAY OF ARGUMENTS, SO FAR. JUST SOME MINOR DISPUTES ABOUT THE EXPECTATION I HAVE, FOR THE VOLUME OF DECORATIONS. I LIKE A FULL TREE, AND SUZANNE IS A MINIMALIST. ANDREW AND ROBERT WILL BE HOME LATER TONIGHT, AND THEY WILL BE ASKED TO PLACE THEIR SPECIAL DECORATIONS ON THE TREE, THAT SUZANNE HAS BOUGHT FOR THEM, EVERY CHRISTMAS SINCE THEY WERE TODDLERS. WE WILL BUMP INTO EACH OTHER FOR AN HOUR OR SO, TRYING TO NAVIGATE THE LIVINGROOM, ORNAMENTS IN HAND, AND BEFORE THE TREE IS FULLY DECORATED, THERE WILL BE EGGNOG SPILLED ON THE FLOOR, AND COOKIE CRUMBS ON THE RUG FOR THE CARS TO CLEAN UP. BUT I HAVE A FEELING THIS YEAR, THAT THERE WILL BE A LOT FEWER ARGUMENTS ABOUT TREE ANGLES, BEST-SIDES-OUT DISCUSSIONS, GARLANDS OR TINSEL (WE NO LONGER OWN TINSEL), AND WHETHER OR NOT THERE ARE AN ACCEPTABLE NUMBER OF ORNAMENTS ON DISPLAY. SUZANNE ONLY BROUGHT OUT ONE PLASTIC CONTAINER FULL OF BULBS AND STUFF, INCLUDING THE CRANBERRY GARLANDS, SO ONCE THE BOX IS EMPTY, WELL, MERRY CHRISTMAS. AT THE END OF THE NIGHT, AS PEACEFUL AS I EXPECT IT WILL BE, I WILL BE HAPPY TO REPORT, THAT NOT A SINGLE BOUGH WAS CUT OFF, OR SINGLE INCH LOPPED OFF THE TOP, IN ORDER THAT THE TREE FIT PERFECTLY BENEATH THE CEILING, AND STILL HOLD THE ILLUMINATED STAR.

     I LOVE THE CHRISTMAS SEASON. I HAVEN'T ALWAYS FELT THE SAME ABOUT THE TRADITIONAL RAISING OF THE FAMILY CHRISTMAS TREE, BECAUSE OF ALL THE CARNAGE I'VE LIVED THROUGH AS A CURRIE; WITH A HEAVY IRISH INFLUENCE, ESPECIALLY THE IMPATIENCE PART. SUZANNE, IN THE TIME I'VE TAKEN TO WRITE THESE FEW PARAGRAPHS, HAS ALREADY ADDED AN EXTRA STRAND OF CHRISTMAS LIGHTS, AND WRAPPED THE FAKE SCOTCH PINE WITH GOLD AND CRANBERRY COLORED BEADS, AND THERE HAS ONLY BEEN MINOR GRUMBLING ABOUT SOME ORNAMENTS MISSING FROM THE BOX, AND REPRIMANDS TO OUR CATS ANGUS AND ZAPPA, FOR TRYING TO MAKE THEIR NESTS IN THE UPPER BOUGHS. ANDREW AND ROBERT LOVE DECORATING THE TREE, BUT THEY'RE WORKING LATE TONIGHT IN THEIR RECORDING STUDIO. DECORATING THE CHRISTMAS TREE ISN'T THE PRIORITY IT USED TO BE, AND I DO MISS THAT. JUST NOT THE ARGUMENTS THAT ALWAYS BEGAN WITH, "HEY, WHO ARE YOU CALLING STUPID," AND ENDED WITH, "I'M OUT OF HERE!"

     IT IS NICE THOUGH, WHEN IT'S ALL TRIMMED UP AND SHIMMERING IN THE DARKNESS OF BIRCH HOLLOW. A COUPLE OF YEARS AGO, WHEN MY FATHER WAS IN THE FINAL DAYS OF HIS LIFE, JUST PRIOR TO CHRISTMAS, WE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE A TREE WITH ONLY A FEW DAYS LEFT BEFORE THE HOLIDAYS. I PICKED UP A TINY TABLE-TOP TREE, AT A LOCAL THRIFT SHOP, FOR A COUPLE OF BUCKS, AND WHILE IT LOOKED OKAY BEFORE WE PLUGGED IT IN, I COULDN'T BELIEVE MY MISFORTUNE, AT HAVING PURCHASED ONE WITH BLINKING LIGHTS. I CAN'T ABIDE BLINKING LIGHTS. THEY DISTRACT ME AND IT WAS POSITIONED BESIDE THE TELEVISION, FOR LACK OF A BETTER PLACE TO SET IT UP. IT WAS THE CHRISTMAS OF REGRETS THAT'S FOR SURE. NOT THIS YEAR. THE TREE HAS BEEN UP FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR, AND THERE HASN'T BEEN EVEN A SINGLE NEEDLE HIT THE FLOOR. THIS PLASTIC TREE ACTUALLY LOOKS PRETTY GOOD, AND THERE ARE NO BLINKING LIGHTS. BUT I CAN STILL HEAR THE VOICE OF MY FATHER, AS A HAUNTING ECHO, EXPLAINING TREE LOCATION ENGINEERING TO MY MOTHER, OVER SOME SPIKED EGGNOG, AND THEN BLAMING GOD WHEN THE TREE FELL OVER AND BROKE HER LAST FEW GLASS ORNAMENTS.

     I BET YOU HAVE SOME UNIQUE CHRISTMAS TREE STORIES YOURSELF. BETTER WRITE THEM DOWN, FOR YOUR FAMILY'S POSTERITY.