“Charlie Brown called. He wants his tree back.” That’s what my brother Aaron said when he saw my little baby Christmas bush.
You see, we come from Seattle, where Christmas trees are 6 feet at the low end, and cost as much as a lunch special. You don’t feel like paying? Chop one down. They grow wild all over town, like weeds.
After shopping around in Manhattan, I found a four-footer for $50, and couldn’t believe my luck. What a steal! The thing is, I don’t really have room to store an artificial tree, and I love that piney-smell. $50 might sound like a lot to the folks back home, but it’s a small price to pay for happiness. Ho ho ho.