While my little sister and I were texting the other day, she sent a half-dozen photographs of her Christmas decorations. She and her husband festooned lights and baubles both inside and outside their house. We are talking extensive stuff here: a herd of reindeer, a lightshow projecting against the house, lights in the shrubs, a fancy tree inside, a lighted Christmas village, and more. “A lot of work!” she noted after the photographs.
“Wow!”
I responded.
I reciprocated by sending her a
photograph of my tree.
“How long did it take you to
decorate your tree?” she texted.
“I store it fully decorated,”
I responded. “Took me one minute.”
I was not kidding my
sister. I store my tree fully decorated
in a closet. When the Holiday Season
rolls around, I drag the tree out and plunk it down on the fake mantel of my
fake fireplace.
“There!” I announce. “Merry Christmas, kids.”
My Christmas Tree
—Mitchell Hegman
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