Our Christmas tree is lovely this year. It is well lighted and adorned with a variety of ornaments, some of them forty five years old. It has been in the living room for a while, and it hasn't shed one needle. It probably never will, because the people who made it used fine machines and glue and paint to construct it, giving it the general shape of a tree. The closest it ever came to a real tree was when it was in a box in the back of the truck, coming home from Hobby Lobby. It smells like. . . nothing. Back in the day, Christmas trees smelled like excitement, like company coming, like the most wonderful time of the year. As soon as our school dismissed for Christmas break, my lil' ole sister and I went to the woods in search of a Christmas tree. We ambled in woods not our own because we wanted to find something we hadn't seen before. A few times, it is possible we wandered onto government land, but it has been over fifty years and we don't fear prosec...
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