Monday, December 15, 2008
The Red Tree
This is a non-stitching Christmas story. But fun anyway.
My grandson Trent loves the color red. Always has.
Two years ago my DD and my SIL were having some problems and my DD, then 4 year old grandson Trent and then 2 year old grandson Craig moved in with my DH, Mom and myself for a year. It was a wild ride, esp. since my DH did not have children of his own. But my daughter and her husband worked everything out. They are a happy family now, back living together.
That Christmas Trent was having a difficult time with everything. He missed his dad and his other grandparents.
We had been talking about getting a new tree, one that was smaller than my usual 7 1/2 foot tree. The grandsons and I discussed the tree and making decorations for it. All Trent would say was that he wanted the tree to be red.
So the day after Thanksgiving I go to Michael's and there, low and behold, was a 4 foot RED Christmas tree. With RED lights.
I bought it and took it home. Trent was beside himself with glee. We put this garland of gold, disco ball shaped balls all around the tree. During the day, it looked like it belonged in a brothel.
BUT AT NIGHT!!! Oh my. It looked haunted. When you turned off the overhead lights and turned on the red lights on the tree it was spooky. It gave off a weird, devilish glow.
We put ornaments on it that the kids had made (everyday they moved to a different place on the tree) and the kids loved it. Especially Trent.
That tree is now in my grandson's room at their own house. They still love that tree. And it still looks haunted!
I like to think that red tree helped Trent have a better Christmas that year. And I am so thankful, he has it at HIS HOUSE now!