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The Tree


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And Father stood back and exclaimed, "This is the finest tree ever!"

We just finished decorating our little Christmas tree. It's beautiful. Each year as I stand back to admire our tree, I am reminded of the Christmases past and the times that my father, a bridge designing, civil engineer, brought home the tree. We always got one that was slightly off in some way so as to challenge my dad's mathematical and structural skills. One year there was a giant gap right in the middle. Another year there was a huge branch that hung far out into the living room. Another year the tree was so bent that it wouldn't stand without 5 (yes, that's a FIVE) guy wires strung to all parts of the living room to stop the thing from falling down. And so it went. We always got a lot of razzing from my Godfather but we loved our trees and they always looked lovely once we had jammed all the decorations we had onto the poor things.

But one year we got the most perfectly shaped tree. That year we knew that my Godfather would be amazed and unable to speak because of its perfection. Its only drawback was that it was a little too large for the living room.


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After measuring several times, my dad took the tree down to the basement and chopped the trunk so that the tree was exactly the right height.

But now that it was the right height, it had too many lower branches to fit into the stand. So my dad happily proceeded to chop off lower branches. His handsaw was new and bright and he loved to use it. After sawing merrily, he triumphantly brought the tree upstairs to put it in the stand.


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My father is not a cursing man. But he stormed back down the stairs muttering words I couldn't quite hear and proceeded to drill holes (with a hand powered drill!!) in the trunk where the many branches had been. Then, muttering all the while, he glued and tied the branches back into the holes.

The tree looked absolutely stunning. But it had a curious tendency to suddenly and without warning drop a whole branch to the floor. We would hear the crash and tinkling of ornaments at the oddest times. (Thank Heaven we didn't have a dog that year!)

Oh, and yes! In case you're wondering, my Godfather was indeed speechless....


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