After searching about for the biggest Christmas tree Dad finally settled on a sturdy one that brushed against the ceiling. But then realised that he needed a large paint bucket filled with sand to hold it in place.
Rather than make a mess in the lounge he prepared it in the backyard and then struggled up the stairs trying to hold the bucket and the heavy tree. BANG he dropped the lot on his foot, broke his big toe and bruised his foot severely.
The tree remained outside at the bottom of the steps and next year it was replaced by a tiny artificial musical tree. One that neatly folded up and could be easily set up by us kids.
This remained our only tree even after it became mangy and moulted … we never had a real Christmas tree after that!
Have attended one ‘creative writing’ class where the regulars shared humorous Christmas stories. The main theme being the adored family pet [dog or cat] eating the roast chicken and the clever way doting mothers substituted that to satisfy the hungry hordes. Or finding a replacement for Christmas eve gift deliveries when Santa fell ill. So will post a few more fictional seasonal stories … join me if you want with fact or fiction.
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