Saturday, December 11, 2004

 

O Christmas Tree! Oh!! Christmas Tree?

I had just come back from the forest. There it was in my hands: our first "real" Christmas tree. For several years Wascally Wabbit and I had enjoyed Christmas together beside a little artificial tree. It was barely two feet high so we would sit it on an end table or box to give it a little more height.

That was when we were in southern Saskatchewan, the land where you can see for miles in any direction and not see a single tree, let alone an evergreen that we could be cut down. But now we were in northern Saskatchewan, the land of lakes and trees, literally millions of them.

So we decides, no more little artificial tree! I would go out into the forest and hand pick the perfect tree. So another young man and I grabbed an axe, jumped into his truck, and off we went on the quest for luscious evergreen that would make Wascally Wabbit's heart go pitter patter!

Several hours later, shortly before the dusk that comes early in those northern regions, we returned with not one, but two of the very best trees we could find out in the wilds of Canada's great white north.

I proudly knocked on our door and then stood there holding a prized spruce tree upright with each hand.
Wascally Wabbit came to the door and stood there in stark silence. "Which one do you prefer?" I asked with a grin. More silence! The crisp winter air suddenly dropped several degrees, or so it seemed. What was she thinking? Was she disappointed? What did she expect? I'd gotten not one but two of the best trees I could possibly find!

Wascally Wabbit laughed and then asked: "Where's the real tree?" "These are the real trees. Take your pick!" I responded. She thought this was all a joke before we'd pull out the "good tree." But the truth was they were the "good trees." Well, I had to admit, they were a little small, and kind of scrawny, and the branches were few and far between, and they were a little lopsided. But they were real trees!

Was Elmer Fud in the dog house? For a while! But Wascally Wabbit reluctrantly made her choice. Then we set it up and decorated it (lots) and enjoyed our first Christmas with a real tree in our first church parsonage, in our first year in Uranium City. It was also Suzy Q's first Christmas (but Ron's third).

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