Virtual Ink December 2013//January 2014 | Page 42

A Perfect Time Finding a Perfect Tree—A Memoir BY DUNCAN LONGBERRY I n December when Christmas time is in the air, most everyone goes Christmas tree shopping. While it might be stressful for others, for me ti is a merry time with my family. My brothers come and we have snowball fights among the trees. We go to the same place every year for our wonderful Christmas trees. It is called The Homestead. Over the years it has offered us great Christmas trees, and the owners welcome us with open arms. loose noodles, it gets wrapped in a net and tied to the top of our car. While this is happening, we go into the warm and welcoming old barn to eat popcorn and drink hot cocoa. As we step in, we smell the pine boughs from the decorations and the butter popcorn. Somehow the popcorn and cocoa taste better than anywhere else. Usually we buy ornaments and gifts for teachers and others on our list. For one teacher who collects mouse ornaments, I buy a bell shaped like a mouse. For another, we find peppermint candy cane ornaments. On the way to gather our festive moments, the falling snow always calms me. When we get there, my parents try to look for trees while I have a snowball fight with my brothers. The snow is cold on my hands as it slips down into my gloves. I continuously hide behind trees and hit my brothers with icy cold spheres. I shout, “I got you again!” and run to another hiding spot. This time is special because I don't get to spend much time with my brothers, as they are in college and much older than me. After all this time, fun and good spirits, it is finally time to pile into the car. On the way home, we listen to Christmas music. Sometimes we sing along, and no one cares whether we are in tune. For some people, Christmas tree shopping can be upsetting, even maddening, but for me, it's the best time of the year. When we look for the tree, we try to find one not too tall, short, fat, skinny, full, or with no limbs at all. Finally, we think we find it, but someone objects and we move on. At last we stumble upon a tree of average size and good health. Once it's decided, it always brightens my attitude to know that we have found the perfect tree. After the workers cut down our tree and shake it to remove the PHOTO ZSOLT ZSIGMOND 42