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Bill, thanks, and Merry Christmas to you and your family...but, you'd better turn the lights on, or Santa's liable to crash into that tree. Either that, or I'd better get glasses and DSL. Just joking, and many thanks. That does remind me about a certain Christmas tree though, many years back. Seems that Christmas, decorating, and all the hustle bustle of Christmas is just about the biggest, most important day to one of my sisters. It was Christmas Eve, and my brother and I had been promising to get her a tree for days, but we procrastinated...and Christmas Eve it was. We went out to get her that tree too, except that we ran into some buddies, and being in the Christmas spirit, we ended up at a local tavern to jaw over some past good times, and have some Christmas spirits. Before we knew it, we closed the tavern, and in the back of the truck was no tree. Now, where were we supposed to get a tree at that hour? So, we went over to her house...treeless. She opened the door, not so happy, but better late than no tree, until she saw that we didn't have a tree. Little sisters aint supposed to cry in the wee hours of Christmas morning, so we went out to make it right. And we found us a tree all right, in the middle of a field about 30 miles away too, and it wasn't real hard to get at once we found it, just kind of hard to walk to. Thinking back now, that guy that it belonged to probably wasn't real happy when he saw it gone one day, and then again, being a ceder that stuck the heck out of us, he might've. He should've shot us, and probably would've too, except that it was about 3AM and he was probably asleep. It was longer than the pickup, but we got it home for her. Kind've had to shorten it a bit, cause her ceiling was only 8' tall, and that was probably only half of its original heigth as I recall. When we got it short enough that it would make its height, it was still too big around to get through her door, so we had to fix that too, and we did. Yep, got it into the house and into her stand, after whitling a bit at the base. That was the biggest Charlie Brown tree there ever was, and we offered to cut up some pieces of plywood and paint them green to fill in the holes, but she fixed it up with lights and stuff. Yep, about 5AM Christmas morning, Sis got her tree, and decades later she still has pictures of that thing to rub it in too. Many years ago, and a chuckle or two later, and to whomever it belonged to, I apologize sincerely 30+ years late.
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