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Dad always procrastinated getting us a Christmas tree.
Twin Peaks: The only trees left were skinny and sparse, so he brought home two. Both of them were set up in the same corner to look like one full tree.
Borrowed tree: The day before Christmas, he brought home a beautiful spruce, fully decorated, from his work place. We took it back the day after Christmas.
Several years ago, my mom was decorating the house for Christmas. When she had finished decorating the tree, she asked my big brother to plug in the lights. He knocked the tree over instead. He said Mom was so mad, it looked like she had smoke coming out of her ears and the top of her head! To this day, I keep that in mind when I help her decorate the tree!
When I was a kid, my dad worked with the local volunteer fire department. During the 4th of July festivities, we always had tons of fireworks because they ran a stand and they made some of their own. Dad and his buds had a roman candle fight. It was really funny ... until one errant charge went forth from his candle and up the shorts of his friend!
It was a tradition for my family to pick out a Christmas tree. When I was 10, the tree was too big to fit through the door. We finally stuffed it through and dragged it into place, but the top left a green streak on the ceiling all the way through the house. Then our tree base broke and the tree fell over. My dad was so mad that we've had an artificial tree ever since.
One Christmas, my kid sister fell into a duck pond. As she flailed and wailed, stuck like a turtle on its back, I ran inside to get help. My mother wouldn't let me speak until the adults finished their conversation. Always the obedient child, I waited ... then, big inhale,"SIS FELL IN THE POND!" I never saw adults move so fast, lips so blue, or my Dad so mad at my Mom.
I was about 8 and vacationing in America. We went to Disneyland. We were on a boat and it was so hot that I decided to go down to the lower part of it. There were all these clay figures. I sat between two on some sort of platform. Then a boy came and I was so still, he thought I was part of the display. He touched my face, I flinched, and he jumped back and ran off.
I remember the Halloween daddy and his wife taught me & my sisters how to throw water balloons and eggs at passing cars. They topped the night off with showing us how to steal pumpkins and smash them on the road. Our final theft was the preachers house. I can still see him standing at the door yelling and trying to figure out why a 4 year old was running away with them.
When I was maybe 10 or 11, my parents took us to Walmart to exchange slippers my brothers had gotten from Santa. I pointed out that Santa made all his gifts so the slippers couldn't be from him. My dad pulled me aside, said they still believed in Santa, and I was being mean. Well, that was the last Christmas I believed in Santa. I was just stating a fact.
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