I’ve been humming “Oh Christmas Tree” a lot this year. It started two days after Thanksgiving, when Kristina and I went to the mountains to do a little skiing. After so much time preparing food, and so much time eating food, an outdoor adventure seemed like a good idea. I knew I could use some fresh air and some exercise, and there are few things I enjoy as much as cross-country skiing.
As we prepared for our adventure I thought about the roads and wondered how drivable they would be, with the new snow from a recent storm. What I didn’t think about was that this was the weekend after Thanksgiving and everybody and their dog would be going to the mountains to cut Christmas trees for their homes. So when we drove to the canyon we found not only deep snow in the roads, but a lot of pickup trucks plowing their way through that deep snow. Normally when we go to the mountains we hardly see anybody, but this time there were people all over the place.
When I was a kid my family had real Christmas trees, but we never cut them ourselves. Instead we’d wait for school to let out for Christmas break, and then we’d go take the tree from the school my dad taught at (saving somebody else the work of getting rid of it). To this day my mom dislikes the idea of going out and cutting a live tree to briefly put in your house and then toss.
One year a woman who spoke at a Christmas church service talked about an especially beautiful little tree growing on a rugged ledge, visible from a road the woman’s family frequently traveled on, and she said each time she’d seen that tree she’d commented about how much she wanted it for a Christmas tree. She went on to say that one year her husband and sons made their way out onto the ledge and cut the tree for her and hauled it to their home. After the church service my family talked about the story and my mom insisted the woman shouldn’t have been happy about having that tree in her house, but instead should’ve been sad that she would never again see it out there on the ledge where it belonged. I agreed with Mom.
During my years as a bachelor I didn’t see the need for a Christmas tree in my house. A time or two I did put lights on a houseplant, and once I bought one of those little potted trees that you’re supposed to plant after the ground thaws – but it didn’t survive much past Christmas.
Then one year when I went to the Holly Fair, where people sell crafts, and at one of the booths I saw a bunch of old pallet boards cut and nailed together in the shape of a Christmas tree, about four feet tall, and I decided that would be my annual Christmas tree.
A few years went by, I married Kristina, and today those old boards nailed together in the shape of a Christmas tree are still doing their job. It doesn’t look like much until it’s decorated, but then it looks pretty good – thanks especially to Kristina’s idea of putting little nails on the boards to hang ornaments and lights from. It does a great job of making our little old house look festive and cheerful.
“But what about the Christmas tree smell?” you might ask, “Your little pallet tree doesn’t have that smell does it?” No it doesn’t, but I have an answer for that. Go out to the woods and find a live tree and enjoy its smell, and enjoy the fresh air around it, and enjoy the fact that it’s taking in carbon dioxide and pumping out fresh oxygen. Don’t cut it down and haul it to your house – leave it there to enjoy again the next time you visit it.
You won’t just enjoy it for a few weeks and then have to get rid of it. You can keep going back to the same tree year after year, watching it grow – winter, spring, summer, and fall. And it doesn’t have to be a tree that would fit in your house – it can be whatever size you can find in your nearby woods.
Or you can find a new tree to celebrate each year. You can have several Christmas trees, and visit them throughout the year. And you should know that when nature takes its course and a tree dies it still plays a role in the ecosystem – providing habitat for animals, and eventually putting nutrients back into the soil.
Back to our post-Thanksgiving ski adventure. Kristina and I pulled off on the side of the road. As we put on our skis and headed off through the sagebrush a few trucks went by with cut trees loaded in the back, and I noticed that some of them were ponderosas – one of my favorite species. There’s a ponderosa in a nearby canyon that’s one of my favorite trees I’ve ever met. I love to climb up into it and enjoy the view from its branches, and I love the characteristic vanilla smell of its bark. I’m so glad nobody cut it down for a Christmas tree when it was small, and I hope nobody ever cuts it down for any reason. It’s an amazing tree.
I broke ski-trail through the fresh snow, with Kristina following in my tracks, and we gradually got further and further from the road. As we wove our way through the forest we were struck by how beautiful the trees were with their blankets of new snow.
We came to a ponderosa that stood out not only because it was bigger than most of the others, but because its bark was so orange that it almost seemed to glow. I turned to Kristina and asked, “Honey, can this be our Christmas tree this year?”
Seeing this tree reminded me of a time before I met her when I’d skied alone in the mountains on Christmas Eve. I’d come to a big old spruce tree and had stopped and admired it for a while and had said to myself, “This is my Christmas tree this year.” I’d then skied out onto an open point as it got dark, looked out at the lights in the distance below, sang a few Christmas songs, and then skied back to the road.
I told Kristina about this memory as we skied around the golden-barked ponderosa, and under it’s drooping limbs that almost touched the ground in places. She agreed that we should call it our Christmas tree for this year. We skied back to our vehicle and headed home.
It’s the day after Christmas and we’re enjoying our little re-purposed pallet tree, looking so pretty on our wall with its lights and pretty ornaments. But I’m also thinking about our other Christmas tree, snug in its home in the mountains, with its glowing orange bark that smells like vanilla – and I’m still humming “Oh Christmas Tree.”
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Love your take on the subject. Ann had a little 4 ft artificial tree when we met and we haven’t felt the need to change it for any reason. We made most of the ornaments in the first couple of yrs we were married and now they have meaning for us too. Happy New Year you two!
Thanks Mike! Those must be some beautiful ornaments the two of you made. One of my favorite ornaments is the bigfoot that you gave me – that’s near the top of our little tree. Happy New Year to the two of you!
Love everything about this post – the photos, the sentiments and good thoughts about our friends the trees. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all the Hicks – Hamblins!
Thanks Sara! I’m glad you liked what I posted. Have a Happy New Year!
Oh Christmas Tree…my favorite song at this time of year and you just made it all the better! I also wrote a children’s story years ago, about the small tree in the woods…..that made for a fine Christmas Tree for the animals. This is lovely! I also admire your pallet tree….and to have your wife add to it, makes it that much more meaningful, as she adds to your life. So good to hear from you both. Tell Kristina I am looking up the book, to find that small town in Maine (there are SOOOO many). Hope your winter season is the best! Fondly, Ann
Thanks Ann! I’m glad you liked the post. Your children’s book sounds great – I’d love to see it some day. I hope you’re enjoying 2020!
oh christmas tree, what a wonderful thing you do! Being involved in Climate Change here in Maine, I am very taken by this blog. I also wrote a children’s book years ago about a small tree in the woods for the animals. So nice now, to have your lovely wife, not only adding to the tree, but to your lives together as well. Happy New Year! Ann