Bringing Home the Christmas Tree

Apparently it’s just a phrase from a Christmas card.  I thought surely some famous poet wrote it, but I can’t find any evidence of that.  My sister gave the card to me years ago, and it stayed in my heart always.  It was a wonderful scene of an old blue truck in the snow, hauling home a freshly cut tree, and the greeting said, “How fond to me, the memory of bringing home the Christmas tree.”

It was perfect for me… because I love old blue trucks, and she and I share fond memories of bringing home the Christmas tree.   We never went out to the woods to cut one.  No woods out here on the high plains!  But every year when we were girls, we set out on the family search for the perfect tall blue spruce at Surplus City or Allsup’s.

As soon as we saw the trees on those lots, we couldn’t wait to take our turn shopping.  Holding several trees up, covering our palms with sap – you can smell it if you just close your eyes for a second – we would eventually find the one that would hold all our ornament treasures and would work perfectly for our flocking.

Daddy would get the tree wired to a big wooden base.  Sometimes we’d have to remove limbs here or there, drill holes in the trunk and fill in a big blank spot.  Once in awhile Mama would add a little color to the water of the flocking gun, and we’d have a pale aqua tree, or light pink.  Most years it was white.  We’d stand out there in the freezing cold flocking that tree with the old blue vacuum cleaner which was affectionately called “the blue pig”, and the tree would be covered in deep, fluffy snow.

Those trees were always so lovely.  I miss them.  This glass ornament of the old blue truck is one of my very favorites.  Although I’ve only had it a few years, it always reminds me of my childhood, and the fond memory of bringing home the Christmas tree.

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14 Responses to “Bringing Home the Christmas Tree”

  1. Bette says:

    Love the memories!! I loved tramping through the snow to discovery and chop down the perfet tree, attaching it to the sled and taking it home to decorate! Such simple and joyful times!

  2. Sandy says:

    Bringing home a Christmas tree on a sled!! Now that’s just grand!!!

  3. Wendy says:

    Love the memories! Growing up in Alaska, we would hitch up a sled to our husky and traipse off through the woods behind the house to find our perfect tree. Such a sweet time!

  4. Mary Anne says:

    After we moved to El Paso, we went several years to Cloudcroft and cut trees. It was a fun experience. One year we almost got stuck in the snow and thought we were until some more people came along and pulled us out. The first year we lived in our new house, we dug one which we planted in our front yard. It was my favorite tree, but it lost it’s life in the freeze we had last February. No tree to decorate outside, so I am regrouping for outside decorations. Fond memories for sure, along with the year I didn’t get the tree steady in the stand and it fell down!

  5. Sandy says:

    Wendy.. that would just be a dream vacation for me… hauling a tree with a husky-drawn sled!
    Mary Anne.. it’s misery when you lose a Christmas tree to – of all things – a freeze!
    The stories make a bit sad to have an artificial tree… but it’s a great tree with a great story.

  6. Lawanda Calton says:

    I love reading all these Christmas tree memories! Thanks to all for this trip back in time. Real tree
    or artificial….let’s always make it special!

  7. Betty Williamson says:

    Wonderful story, and I love the ornament! We nearly always use a lop-sided branch from one of our evergreens here. They are free and fresh and no two have ever looked alike. Christmas has so many memories attached. Thanks for sharing some of yours!

  8. Kim says:

    Great memories!! But, if I remember correctly (ha ha), Daddy was the only one outside in the freezing weather doing the flocking. We watched from inside the sliding glass door! 🙂 I wonder why it was so frigidly cold on the nights we chose to do the tree! I can remember the smell of that flock, too!

  9. Sandy says:

    He always had to do most of it… but I remember standing on that brown stool holding the tree up while he sprayed with the vacuum cleaner hose! And yes… why was it always the coldest of cold nights when it was time to flock the tree???

  10. We always celebrated my Daddy’s birthday (92 this year) by decorating our “find”! Sometimes our adventure took us to mountains, and sometimes limbs tied with baling wire to create a tree from our own yard, but I always think of this date. It was always uP on December 14, and stayed until after January 1st of the new year! I can’t help but have a small regret when the Christmas menagerie begins immediately following Thanksgiving Day and disappears as soon as the presents do, as well! Sweet writing, Sandy~keep reminding us to slow down and take deep breaths! 😉

  11. Sandy says:

    Thank you Carolyn. My tree always stays up until after the 1st as well. It’s so wonderful, and I always want to enjoy it as long as possible.

  12. Sue McWhorter says:

    One of my favorite memories is picking out the perfect tree with my family, then my dad sawing the trunk and fitting it into the tree stand, ready to put ornaments on. Oh the fragrance of the Christmas tree branches… My very first Christmas in my apartment 100 miles from home, I had to carry out the tradition of decorating my own tree. I would then slip into my nightgown, light the tree and drink in its fragrance for awhile before bed. Thanks Sandy for sharing your memories and bringing back mine as well!

  13. Mona Roberts says:

    your stories trigger wonderful memories for me….thank you.

  14. Sandy says:

    I love special memories.. and it makes me so happy when I can bring back special and happy moments for others.
    Thank you all so very much for reading and commenting!

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