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The best Christmas tree story was when my daughter was seven and my son was five. We would take a saw and cut down the Christmas tree. It had snowed about eight inches and all the ground was covered as were the trees. We took a sled and went about a half mile and found our tree, cut it and brought it back to the car, and tied it down. When we got it inside and set it up in its Christmas tree stand, one of the kids found a perfectly formed bird nest in the tree......we put some ornaments in the nest, and the kids to this day still talk about the bird nest.
My worse experience was after hunting with my father and his friend we shot about three pheasants which I had to clean and we ate it for Christmas eve dinner at his friends house. They had high ceilings and an enormous tree with the old fashion light bulbs throughout the tree. We had a great evening, and went home to wait for Santa......my brother still believed......then the next morning we got the call. The Christmas tree caught on fire and burned the house down. Everybody got out, but all the kids Christmas gifts went up in smoke. Everybody was thankful, but for the first time I realized how random life could be and things just never seemed the same with that illusion of safe and secure in your home.
The best Christmas tree story was when my daughter was seven and my son was five. We would take a saw and cut down the Christmas tree. It had snowed about eight inches and all the ground was covered as were the trees. We took a sled and went about a half mile and found our tree, cut it and brought it back to the car, and tied it down. When we got it inside and set it up in its Christmas tree stand, one of the kids found a perfectly formed bird nest in the tree......we put some ornaments in the nest, and the kids to this day still talk about the bird nest.
My worse experience was after hunting with my father and his friend we shot about three pheasants which I had to clean and we ate it for Christmas eve dinner at his friends house. They had high ceilings and an enormous tree with the old fashion light bulbs throughout the tree. We had a great evening, and went home to wait for Santa......my brother still believed......then the next morning we got the call. The Christmas tree caught on fire and burned the house down. Everybody got out, but all the kids Christmas gifts went up in smoke. Everybody was thankful, but for the first time I realized how random life could be and things just never seemed the same with that illusion of safe and secure in your home.