What was your favorite Christmas tree? I’ve had lots. Some I liked more than others.
My parents split up when I was 3. That Christmas Eve, my mother put me to bed and said, “Stay.” When I heard a knock at the door, I crept out, hoping to see Santa. Instead, there stood my dad, holding a bag and a bush.
“Brought you a tree,” he said, showing the bush to my mother.
“Got one,” she said, nodding at a fir we had decorated earlier.
“Well, now you got two.” [Read more…]