2 for the price of 1

Story #1
The Christmas we lived in Washington was the only Christmas that we had a live Christmas tree. We went as a family to a Christmas tree farm somewhere out in the country. The farm had all sorts of things to look at, even live reindeer! I was so excited! We were allowed to pet the reindeer and give them feed and hay to eat. It was so neat.
After feeding the reindeer we went to pick out and cut down our Christmas tree. It was Justin’s job to cut down the selected tree. Justin, being 9 years old, was sure that cutting down this tree wouldn’t be a problem. He was so macho. About 3 minutes into sawing the tree down he decided that he just couldn’t do it. He was too tired. I’m pretty sure that dad made him try for at least a few more minutes, and then ended up cutting down the tree himself. (It was only about 3 inches in diameter). Dad was also the one who ended up dragging/carrying the tree to the car. Once we got back to the car, we decided that we were hungry, and there just happened to be sausages for sell in the gift shop of the farm. Dad went and bought all of us a sausage dog. I was a very picky eater, so I was told that it was a hotdog. After eating our delicious lunch, we tied the tree to the top of the car and started on the drive home.
About half way home, Justin informed me that the “hotdog” I had eaten was really sausage. I told him that I didn’t care, because I liked it. He then told me that it was reindeer sausage, as in, MADE OUT OF REINDEER; just like the one I had petted earlier, probably on of Santa’s. At this I was really upset. I asked mom if it was true, and she confirmed it.

I had indeed eaten reindeer, but no, it was not one of Santa’s, because Santa’s live in the North Pole.


Story#2

After we got that Christmas tree home and in the house we began decorating it. Dad strung the lights (white and twinkling), then mom and I put red bows, red balls, and candy canes on the tree. It was so beautiful. It reminded me of the beautiful trees that you see in department stores. I was so moved by our trees beauty, I asked mom if we could all stand around it and sing Christmas carols while she played the piano.

Everyone laughed at me, and we did not sing.