The Flying Christmas Tree

Christmas Eve has begun, the season is tumbling on, The weather is warmer than normal and the days have flown by to get here. Christmas Eve, is still a family event in my book, but many like to visit friends or family. It’s a day of reflecting and remembering for me. I tend to think back on the best Christmas Eves I have lived through and believe me there were more than a few.

        I survived each year to be presented with Christmas’s that were a little different in many ways. We had Xmas’ with love and care and ones with hate and laughter to hear. and some with love and some with fighting, and what about the year the christmas tree went flying?

        I remember it well you see, we were living in the projects and it was Christmas Time. We had no tree just mom my brother and me. Our Step-Father and mom had fought that year, she threw him out was all we did hear. No Christmas Tree was anywhere, no presents around or music to hear, the outside yard was filled with snow, but no Jolly Fat man would go HO, HO!.

        Suddenly, the back door bell did ring, I opened it up and to my surprise was my Step-Father before my eyes. He said hello and backed out of sight, and up popped a Christmas Tree that night. I let Dad in and he went to work, he put up the tree and decorated it till he hurt. He hung all the lights and balls with care, so we kids could have a tree to share. He said he had to run you see and said goodbye to my siblings and me.

       We stared at that tree most of the time, until mom came and there she did find, the Christmas Tree all lit and looking fine. Her words became angry, her voice did raise, she said bad things and said Dad would pay. Then suddenly, in anger, with all of her might she threw open the back door and unplugged the trees lights. She held the door open with the pump, lifted the tree and out the door she did dump. It slid down the sidewalk with balls and lights breaking, as all of us kids stood crying not faking. The tree had flown in anger you see, which meant no Christmas for my siblings and me.

        Then on Christmas Eve about eleven pm. the door bell rang once again. I sprang from my bed and looked out the window, there was dad his fedora on standing in the snow. Slowy , he was talking to mom downstairs, and till finally, he went and picked up the tree, brought it back in for all of us to see. He redecorated, with haste using what was good he could find, and lit up the tree before his bedtime. Finally in the end, the tree did stand, and dad and mom went to bed to wake up together again!.

    Christmas Morning arrived and boy were we surprised to come down the stairs and have  a tree at which to stare. There around the tree piled were presents out into the room, of all sizes you see for my siblings and me.

      I stopped and wondered what had happened, and what had gone on. All I knew now was Santa had come. Merry Christmas Rang through our house that year, the year of the flying Christmas Tree, and  a tear!.

Merry Christmas All and a Happy New Year!