The Christmas Tree

When I arrived in France many moons ago, Christmas trees were not part of Christmas scene as they are so now. The Christmas consumer market had not yet taken off. The French florists had beautiful floral arrangements, but few Christmas trees. They usually had a few dried up pine trees for sale, reminding me of Charlie Brown's Christmas tree, for a small fortune.

Given this bit of history I want you to imagine a young woman, nine months pregnant, with a belly bigger than two Santa's bellies put together. Determined to have a Christmas tree for her soon-to-be-Franco-American baby imagine her buying a Charlie Brown tree then dragging it behind her as she walked the streets of Paris back to her apartment. Then hauling it up the three flights of stairs where she placed the tree upright. One side had bare branches. The other side had needles dangling. The scattered scent of pine, was replaced by sweat and a funny feeling.

We had a Christmas tree just in time for the first ornament that came bright and beautiful on the 20th of December.

 

Please if you can send me a photo of your Christmas tree, or Seasonal decor and if you want to add a word or two that would be good too. I will add your photos and tales to my blog. Please send a photo via email

coreyamaro@aol.com

or by Facebook messenger.

Deadline the 24th so that I can post them on the 25th.



Comments

4 responses to “The Christmas Tree”

  1. Great story and great idea!

  2. You always have the best stories!💕

  3. I love your stories………….they bring such warmth, and love and many smiles.
    Love Jeanne

  4. Chère Corey,
    How much fun to read today’s story; I just you sent a few photos — for you to use, choose from or discard — via Facebook messenger.
    Joyeuses fêtes à vous,
    Ella et Simone (aka #simonegiletjaunedesbaronsdemauledyer; yes, name is longer than the dog!)

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