Again, I am writing about a Christmas memory. I talked this over with Autumn and we agreed it would be fun for me to write a few more Christmas memories. What is anyone else thinking of the idea? Please do feel free to voice your opinions, you kind readers. We twinnies won’t hold it against you, honest…We firmly believe in speaking the truth. Autumn will still be writing her lovely poetry, so no changes there!
This is a memory of trimming the Christmas tree, a time of during the twinnies younger days. We, as a family always had so much fun trimming or decorating the tree. Our Dad and Mom made a really good time of it, there were a few rules of course.
We all kept them fairly well, too I have to say. This one year in particular is one our Mom had me strolling down Christmas memory lane with. Dad got the tree all set up in the stand, it was a real tree and well over six feet tall. We had Christmas music on the stereo, everyone was singing…Mom was sorting through the boxes of ornaments with Autumn and I carefully helping. Dad was getting around to checking all the strands of lights…I even remember the song that was playing.
It was “Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire”…I will always remember that song and connect it with this memory, too! Autumn and I were about 11 years old, that would make the other sisters 71/2, 6, and the baby sister in residence not quite 2 years old. You would have thought she may have been the one who decided to misbehave…Nope. It was the middle sisters L. & T. as they were referred to in a couple other blogs.
Dad had just finished getting all the lights on the tree, those two sisters had been dancing around with their favorite stuffed animal. Dad had already warned them not to get too close to the Christmas tree…Well, L.’s stuffed animal had bumped into T.’s stuffed animal. By mistake? Well, probably not…That is all it took T. gave L. a big old shove, L. shoved back and oops! They had gotten too close to the Christmas tree! So, oh no…The tree started to topple, by some miracle Dad stopped it from falling completely.
He righted the tree, L.and T. were now in their little rocking chairs way on the other side of the room. They were scared into silence by the way, and warned to stay put…They did. Mom and Dad gave them quite a lecture, but didn’t have the heart to send them to their room. Dad decided to secure the tree to the wall, it was in a corner and I’m not sure how he did it but the tree got safely anchored.
That started a new tradition…Every year the tree got safely anchored, Dad was no fool. Anyway, L. and T. still were not speaking to each other, giving one another dirty looks…But the tree trimming got pretty much nicely, calmy done. With even a lot of fun and it turned out just beautifully…
What a memory. Ever since this year that the Christmas tree almost toppled, I am reminded when I hear that one Christmas song.Yes indeed, never do I hear “Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire” without flashing back to that event. I still love the song, it just makes me chuckle a tiny bit. 😉 🙂