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A Christmas Tree’s Story: Part 2 of 2

December 21, 2016
BY CHUCK CLEGG - Columnist , Wetzel Chronicle

All his life, the Blue Spruce has known his purpose. From the moment his roots first felt the cool soil, until this morning when the sun warmed his exposed roots, he knew his role in the world. To be a Christmas Tree. To be part of a family time of enjoyment in their homes at Christmas. What had he done wrong, he thought to himself as he swayed back and forth in the back of the moving truck. Perhapes he had miscounted and was too old to be a Christmas tree. Perhaps his silver blue color is wrong and no one wanted him last Christmas.

After a while, the truck with the Blue Spruce came to a stop in the back yard of a small house. He felt lost and confused, plus he could feel his roots starting to warm and dry out, now that they were exposed to the air.

The netting the planter had bound his branches with made it hard for him to see the new world around him.

As he lay there, in the bed of the truck, he soon felt the gentle touch of the old man who had taken him from his green meadow.

The man then did something not even the planter ever did... in a quiet, gentle voice, he said to the frightened tree, "Don't worry I will take good care of you Mr. Christmas Tree."

He called me Mr. Christmas Tree. How can that be? It is only May, and Christmas season is many months away. The old man's comment puzzled the Blue Spruce.

He was still lost and confused, but he was still a Christmas Tree.

Soon the tree could hear other voices around the truck. After a few moments ,a couple of men climbed into the bed of the truck and stood the tree upright. Carefully, the two men slid his burlap covered roots to the back of the truck.

"One, Two, Three. Lift," the man said as the tree felt himself raised from the truck bed. With support of the men, he was moved to the middle of the small yard.

The men sat him down on the side of a hole in the yard and began removing the burlap covering his roots. Again, he felt the sun on his roots as the men counted once more, before he was lifted and sat into the hole in the yard.

It felt good to once again have his roots covered with the cool dark earth.

A couple of the men working together pulled the netting up from his branches. "That feels much better," he thought to himself as his branches returned to normal.

The man, whose soft voice called him Mr. Christmas Tree, now sprayed his branches with cool water that dripped down onto his dry roots.

The other men now loaded the shovels and tools into the back of the pickup truck and were soon gone from the yard. Now, only the man and the Blue Spruce were left alone in the backyard of this small house.

The man walks around, looking at every inch of the tree. As he walked, he was singing a song to the tree in a soft voice, "Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree."

The tree only knew one thing: Christmas time is in December, and he should be inside a house decorated by a family. These were the trees only thoughts as the man went into the house and closed the door as darkness fell on the backyard of the small house.

The night was different than in the meadow. There, the only sounds were the animals of the forest. The night was lit by stars in the sky and fireflies darting about in the quiet meadow. In the Blue Spruce's new world he could see light escaping from windows onto the yard from surrounding homes. The only sound was a barking dog. It took a while, but the blue spruce began to dream of his meadow home.

The next morning, the Blue Spruce was awakened by the voice of a man once again singing to him. "Good morning Mr. Christmas Tree," he sang as he brushed the tree with a broom. Next, he carefully arranged the branches that were out of place.

"We have to get you looking good. You know what today is?" The man hesitated a couple of seconds and then leaned close to the tree and said in a whisper, "It is

Christmas, and she is coming home."

For a Christmas Tree, there is but one goal. That is to stand straight and proud on Christmas day - December 25, not May 5. Has a crazy man captured me?

Soon the old man started to open boxes that were filled with carefully wrapped glass bulbs, lights and silver tinsel.

He began carefully arranging strands of lights around the tree's branches. Red, blue, yellow and green lights that twinkled even in the light of day.

Next, came the glass bulbs so shiny the tree could see parts of himself for the first time in their reflection.

Branch after branch began to be decorated in as fine a decoration as any tree ever had.

The Christmas Tree began to notice it was no longer just the old man and himself anymore. People were everywhere in the small back yard. Some were decorating the wooden fence with long strands of lights. One man was atop a ladder, hanging bulbs and lights from the eve of the house's roof.

Two ladies were setting pots of red flowers with yellow centers around the small yard. Singing... they all were singing the songs of Christmas.

Soon the man with the ladder finished hanging lights from the house and came over to the Christmas tree. The old man now had returned from the house and handed the man on the ladder something that glittered in the sunlight. It was the angel with golden wings. It was the angel that the Blue Spruce had dreamed of in the meadow.

Carefully, the angel was placed atop of the tree's top branch. With that, the backyard of the small house began to twinkle and shine as brightly as any Christmas ever had.

The day was now fading into the approaching evening light. The old man stood looking at the beautiful yard that had been transformed into Christmas. He smiled at the twinkling tree and said with a smile, "She will be pleased."

He stood quiet for a moment, gazing at my twinkling lights. He looked toward my very top branch and the gleaming golden angel. I could see a tear fall from his eye. I wondered, why is he sad.

The old man heard the sounds of a vehicle stop at the edge of the small yard. Before he turned to look, he already knew whom it was.

He straightened his sweater and turned with a smile as his children were now getting out of the van. His three daughters and son were now carefully helping their mother from the front seat.

The Blue Spruce Christmas Tree began to understand why he had been brought to this backyard at this time. He was to be part of a special Christmas gift for this family.

Carefully, the frail lady made her way to the chair beside the twinkling tree. The old man knelt down beside his wife.

"Anny, My Dear, we are all here for Christmas. I have placed your golden angel on top of your special tree, like I always have."

His wife stared expressionlessly at the twinkling lights of the beautiful Christmas Tree. Not a word did she say.

The three daughters knelt down beside their mom as their brother removed, from a wooden box, a small nativity set. He placed each piece carefully under the branches of the tree. He took great care to place the three legged sheep next to a Wiseman so he would stand tall. The woman stared blankly into the tree, as her husband of 61 years began The Story... "Long ago in a far country, a star appeared in the sky..."

The Christmas tree could see, in the fading evening light, that all the houses in the neighborhood were adorned with twinkling lights. The Blue Spruce now realizes, Christmas is not so much a time, as it is the love of family and home. And perhaps the Promise, of a child born long ago, gives comfort to the man and his wife... they shall meet once again.

The Christmas Tree is very happy in the moment. Its lights twinkle on the faces of this special family. Tonight, he will dream of Virginia, and the rabbits... somewhere Through the Lens.

 
 
 

 

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