Dad has always been a "thrifty" guy (cough cough...some might use other words). A few years back he decided he would no longer be buying Christmas Trees and that he would be taking them directly from his land. Usually he found them up at the cottage and would bring them home and decorate them. They generally always ended up looking like the scraggily Charlie Brown Christmas Tree. It sure bothered the heck out of me, but he was happy with it so who was I to say otherwise.
Last year the poor Christmas tree was up and a bit before Christmas was knocked over when the dogs were running around playing. Just when I thought the tree couldn't look anymore pathetic, the ornaments on it were broken, the star light went out and it was a disaster. Instead of ragging on the tree more, I decided I would do my best to still give them the best tree possible so I got up early and put the tree back together and salvaged what I could of this poor beat up tree. I don't know what this Christmas will bring, but I will never forget Dad's Charlie Brown Trees.
Last year the poor Christmas tree was up and a bit before Christmas was knocked over when the dogs were running around playing. Just when I thought the tree couldn't look anymore pathetic, the ornaments on it were broken, the star light went out and it was a disaster. Instead of ragging on the tree more, I decided I would do my best to still give them the best tree possible so I got up early and put the tree back together and salvaged what I could of this poor beat up tree. I don't know what this Christmas will bring, but I will never forget Dad's Charlie Brown Trees.
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