The spirit of Christmas glides home on a Flexible Flyer

early christmasTwo young boys, huffing and puffing, drag a Flexible Flyer up worn wooden steps, banging and scraping. The boys are dressed like dark woolen snowmen from their watch-capped heads to their rubber snow boots.

Mother stands over Little Sister, dressing her for the occasion – knitted cap tied under chin with a scarf, multi-layered clothing, and hand-me-down boots.

The three siblings slurged through heavy snow in the driveway, passed the mint and white Chrysler with its push button start, into the snow drifts.

They trudged a few hundred yards – past the monkey ball trees – until they set foot on the school grounds, then round the back to the dumpsters.

The Christmas tree had adorned the large lobby of Lora Little Elementary School. After final classes marking winter break, the tree was dragged from the lobby and tossed unceremoniously out the loading dock doors. The tree is forlorn now, marked by several bent and broken branches and bent and wrinkled tinsel.

True to the elementary school tradition, this tree is twelve feet tall and wide as a 1950s Buick. The Flexi Flyer is a scant few feet long, but none of the logistics mattered. If they did not rescue the tree, they would have no tree.

The three siblings dragged the tree past the sledding hill where one brother would break his leg, past the weed-choked fence where the other brother would contract poison oak, past the school’s towering metal and chain swing set where sister would jump, fly!, and dislocate her elbow.

Out of the schoolyard and down the home street, sliding down the driveway, around the house and into the back yard.

Much like Paul Bunyan, Older Brother dispatched his Boy Scout ax from its leather pouch and commenced to chop the tree to a manageable height so it would fit into the rec room.

They set the tree in a teeny, dented tree stand.  They re-arranged the leftover tinsel then added their own stored decorations. Delicate, paint-flaked ornaments with misshapen hooks, delicately and laboriously placed upon bent and broken branches, until the tree brought the spirit of Christmas into the home.


Filed under Prose & Poetry, Special Events

17 responses to “The spirit of Christmas glides home on a Flexible Flyer

  1. X back at you, Susannah. Having a Merry Christmas I trust? The rest of my family is not up yet, so MoMo is waiting anxiously for the boys to come tumbling down the stairs.

  2. A perfect read for a snowy Christmas morning. Happy, happy, Karen.

  3. John Bernard

    Merry Christmas to you and your family Karen! A perfect Christmas story!

  4. I knew we were kindred spirits, Karen! I love the story. Funny how we both wrote about trees from our childhood.
    I hope your gang is up and about by now and you’re knee deep in wrapping paper. Merry Christmas!!

  5. Karen, I was with you and your brothers every step of the way as you set forth for and brought back your Christmas tree. And you, there in the not so long ago Christmas tree photo, looking not so much different than you do now.

  6. I love this story! Thanks for sharing it on Christmas Day. I wish you and yoru family a joyous time!! Love from Canada.

  7. What a fun read!!! Thanks, Karen!!

  8. Wonderful…the spirit of Christmas prevails again…

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