The end of 1986 I moved from my hometown of Portland Oregon to the BIG CITY of Seattle.
It was 1987 and some new friends from that summer (met sailboat racing on Puget Sound) called and said they had permits and were going Christmas Tree Hunting, did I want to come along. Yeah, of course. Should be fun!
I had celebrated Chrismases past, but never had my own tree. To be hunting my first was special.
They all found theirs. Unfortunately, they always look smaller outside when they're next to the big guys, and they had to do some real hacking to get their trees to fit in a normal living room. One friend ended up putting his in a corner, hacking the bottom and back and sides off until the trunk fit in the corner. Gawd, what an ugly tree when he was done.
Me, I found a tiny tree. When I got it home and trimmed up, it was about 4ft tall and 3-1/2 ft diameter and a perfect natural cone shape. I bought a package of glitter covered white hearts, and a roll of red plaid ribbon and tied bows. It was a really cute tree -- and this from someone who doesn't do cute!
Monday before Christmas I had a number of sailing friends over for homemade mexican dinner (Texano style shredded beef enchiladas, rice and beans and salad, and flan) and Monday Night Football in my tiny apartment. About a dozen people. I hung a few of them from the ceiling. I handed out simple gifts to everyone there. Gifts that matched who they were to me, including a nose warmer I made for a friend with a huge honker! He actually gave a belly laugh and appreciated it. He got slippers, too.
It was MY first Christmas that I put together all by myself. It was very special.
Hugs and Christmas Cheer
Brenda