Secure Nostalgia with a Real Christmas Tree
I was eight years old when Dad decided we were too financially strapped for a Christmas tree. It had been a hard year. But Christmas isn’t right without a glittering tree, full of ornaments, lights, ribbon, and the bright, glowing Christmas star nestled on top. Mom cried. No Christmas tree? Dad started pulling on his boots.…
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