Christmas Trees
A few minutes ago, I was down on my knees my left arm zig zagging through tree branches to check the level of the water in the Christmas tree basin. At that moment, my hands feeling the prick of the trees needles and the rushing luxurious smell of the tree, I was taken back to when I was twelve and worked at a Christmas tree lot.
I could see my younger self standing amongst the trees my gloves and shirt grossly sticky from tree sap, my pockets crowded with one dollar bills, and the glow of lights set up around the lots perimeter like a city set a side for the trees.
I don’t remember being cold that December. Only one day do I recall the elements taking hold. Everybody was cold, my teeth chattered violently. I could make music with the rhythm the teeth. I remember that being fun.
Selling trees is good. People are always pretty happy. Some I remember griped about the prices, but most even them left smiling part of their Christmas was coming together.
The tree here at work is not doing so well. The water is full, but the needles are already too dry and brittle. Perhaps they forgot to cut the very bottom trunk portion of the tree. I always liked doing that. We used an electric chainsaw, which is about half the size of the big gas ones they use today. That was a different time a twelve year old employee and using a chain saw.
I will always cherish a good flashback. They like everything occur so randomly.
I could see my younger self standing amongst the trees my gloves and shirt grossly sticky from tree sap, my pockets crowded with one dollar bills, and the glow of lights set up around the lots perimeter like a city set a side for the trees.
I don’t remember being cold that December. Only one day do I recall the elements taking hold. Everybody was cold, my teeth chattered violently. I could make music with the rhythm the teeth. I remember that being fun.
Selling trees is good. People are always pretty happy. Some I remember griped about the prices, but most even them left smiling part of their Christmas was coming together.
The tree here at work is not doing so well. The water is full, but the needles are already too dry and brittle. Perhaps they forgot to cut the very bottom trunk portion of the tree. I always liked doing that. We used an electric chainsaw, which is about half the size of the big gas ones they use today. That was a different time a twelve year old employee and using a chain saw.
I will always cherish a good flashback. They like everything occur so randomly.