White Christmas Tree

So here's the story of the white Christmas Tree. My husband Paul has always liked a white Christmas tree with red lights. He says it looks like the tree is on fire. The white tree is not my favorite tree, I prefer green.

The year after we were married, we agreed that we would trade off years between the white and green tree. His white tree was still at his mother's house. He drove over there loaded the tree onto his pickup truck and preceded home. As he was turning from North Druid Hills Road onto Highway 78 the tree bounced out of the truck. (Apparently he had not secured it as well as he thought he had.) He reported later that night that he did not see the tree fly out. He had looked in his rear view mirror and saw cars weaving every which way behind him. When he arrived home he was so bummed out about the tree not being in the back of his truck.

The next day he drove to the scene of the crime, but alas he found only the very top part of the tree. His favorite tree was gone. It was several years later before he went and replaced the tree with the one we have now. I'll share next time the animals reactions to the white tree this year. It has been rather comical.