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THE PERFECT CHRISTMAS TREE . ch 3

A fictional story inspired by a non-fictional event

By Margaret BrennanPublished 3 months ago Updated 3 months ago 5 min read
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THE PERFECT CHRISTMAS TREE – chapter 3

A fictional story inspired by a non-fictional event

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I almost began seeing my perfect tree in the same light as Luke.

At that point, I thanked God for elevators!

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I was also thankful that our apartment complex supported a small variety of wagons the tenants used to carry their groceries from their cars to their apartments.

Finally in the hallway, Luke looked at the small wagons, smiled very sarcastically and said, “What do you think, hon? Can we fit our tree in one of these?”

If I hadn’t been so tired and achy, I would have told him what he could do with those little carts. Instead, I yanked at the tree limb and grumbled, “Let’s just get this thing inside the elevator!”

As quickly as I pressed the “up” button and the doors opened, Luke went in first and I saw the horror on his face as he looked up.

“Uh, hon, I don’t think this tree is going to fit.”

Leaning against the open door to prevent it from closing and crushing my tree, I said, gruffly, “Well, we’ll just have to make it fit, now, won’t we?” I yanked at the tree again.

Together, we yanked, pushed, and pulled the tree inside and stood it as upright as possible. That wasn’t going to work, either.

We ended up shoving the trunk in one back corner and raising the top as far as we could manage toward the opposite corner of the ceiling.

Even with all our work, part of the treetop was still caught between the closed doors. There was nothing we could do about it.

“THWACK!” “THWACK!” We heard that ominous sound as the elevator slowly passed every floor.

My poor tree! I thought, dreading what I thought I’d find once we got the tree inside our apartment and removed the netting.

What seemed to take forever, only took a few short minutes. The elevator doors finally opened on the sixth floor. I slowly walked out first, and Luke lowered the tree so I could ease the top down to the floor. I pulled and he pushed and finally, we had the entire tree lying in the hallway. I guess I don’t need to tell you about the huge dirt mark left on the rubber floor of the elevator. Oh well, I decided to clean that after we’d gotten the tree in our apartment.

My fingers were still numb and that caused me to fumble for my keys. Walking down the long hallway, some sensation was returning to my fingers. However, trying to hold the keys still proved somewhat difficult. Finally getting my key into the slot, I turned it and unlocked the door.

Trouble was still in his puppy cage, and I quickly walked over to give him a pat on his head as I said, “It’s okay, Trouble, you can come out in a few minutes.”

Once back to where Luke waited for me, we began pulling our tree down the hall, and realized how lucky we were that we had the end apartment. We just needed to pull our tree straight inside.

Unfortunately, once inside, we stopped dead in our tracks. While walking in the apartment was easy, in order to get our tree to our living room, we’d need to walk down a small and narrow hallway that passed the kitchen and dining room. To do that, we’d first have to move the hallway table that held a hallway lamp, the glass bowl for our keys, our lucky bamboo plant, and a few picture frames.

At least Trouble’s cage sat in the kitchen and out of the way of any crazy tree moving expedition.

After another ten minutes, my perfect tree lay in the hallway and our apartment door was closed.

We decided to take Trouble out a bit later but at the time, we both needed to sit and relax.

Luke looked at his watch. “Uh, hon. It’s now twelve-forty-five. Let’s leave the tree and the dog for the night and get some sleep.”

I was horrified! “We can’t!” I said it a bit too loud. “The dog needs his walk, and the tree needs water, or it’ll dry up and needles will completely fall off.”

The scowl on his face told me to be quiet but even he and to agree with my logic, especially about the dog.

A few minutes later, and after a quick discussion, we decided to take the next day off work and concentrate on getting my tree set in place.

I put on a pot of coffee and Luke took Trouble for his final walk for the night.

When they arrived back at the apartment, I was surprised at the snow that covered them. Luke said, “It’s a good thing we’re staying home tomorrow. Snow’s coming down much harder now. Traveling in the morning will be brutal.”

I handed him a hot cup of coffee and went to retrieve two towels, one for Luke and the other for the dog. Luke and I stool shoulder to shoulder and pulled the heavy tree further down the hall, leaving behind a trail of pine needles and melted snow.

We reached the living room and set down the end of the tree, once again. We walked to the couch and scanned the room.

At the window area where I wanted to put our tree sat a small table with a lamp. We’d need to move that if I wanted that area for the tree.

“Unless,” Luke said contemplating, “we move the TV and put the tree there.” He pointed to the small wall between the two windows. That eliminated my beautiful snowy backdrop scenery, but he was right. Putting the tree in front of one window made the entire wall seem lopsided.

Yes, I had to admit to myself, that tree was big. No, not big, HUGE!

So, there we stood! In the middle of our living room, hands on our hips facing another dilemma. Where to put the TV?

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About the Creator

Margaret Brennan

I am a 76 year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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  • Naveed 3 months ago

    This article is fantastic

  • Whoaaa, I wish it was that easy here to take the next day off work. And lol, another dilemma now for them!

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