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“What is it?”

“It’s a Christmas Tree.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Dad, this is your fault.”

“It’s not my fault. … Why is it my fault?”

“Because you procrastinate.”

“You’re not old enough to know what that word means.”

“You don’t even know how old I am, do you?”

“Ah ... ten ... eleven?”

“I’m fourteen and I know what procrastinate means.

“Are you suggesting …?”

“No, I’m telling you. We would have had a better choice of trees if you hadn’t…”


“Good evening folks, this is the last one. Isn’t she a beauty?”

“Are you kidding? You’re right about it being the last one. And I’m not wondering why?”

“It’s a magic Christmas tree and will bring the owner much luck.”

“Much luck, my Aunt Fanny. How much is it?”

“Twenty dollars.”

“TWENTY DOLLARS? Have you been drinking eggnog?”

“As a matter of…”

“I’ll give you a dollar. No, on second thought, you give me a dollar and I’ll take it off of your hands. I will remove it from your life.”

“Fifty cents. I have a family to feed.”

“A family of what? … Okay, here’s your blood money.

“Cindy … carry.”

“Dad … it’s too heavy. I’m not that strong.”

“You were strong enough to beat the crap out of Dale Clausing.”

“I never…”


“Okay. But that was different.”

“I see how you look at him. I’m not as inept as you think I am.”

“Oh, Dad. What am I going to do?”

“Try being nice to him for a change. Give him something for Christmas.”

“That will probably really freak him out.”

“No, it won’t. Trust me. I can just imagine what your mother will say about this thing.”

“She’ll love it.”

“What the hell is that?”

“I thought you said she’d love it.”

“Mother … it will be beautiful.”

“Harry, this is your fault.”

“What did I do?”

“Her … that’s what you did. You can sleep in the guest room tonight. Come on, dinner is ready.”

“She’s kidding … right?”

“No, she’s not kidding.

“She’s punishing you with no sex?”

“I heard that. Mind your manners, young lady. Now, both of you … get in here before it gets cold. Where’s your brother?”


“Shhhh … don’t aggravate her. He’s upstairs, dear, studying like a good boy. Go on, go on … get him … Oh, here he comes. Dinner, Charlie.”

“What’s all the yelling about?”

“Because of that.”

“What is it?”

“A Christmas tree. … Keep laughing and I’ll kick your butt.”

“Be careful, Charlie. She can do it.”


“Come on you two. The mistress of the house awaiteth us.”

“Smells good.”

“Be sure to tell her that. She’s in a mood.”

“She cut Dad off again?”

“Will you two stop. She’ll box both your ears if she hears you.’


“Mom, it smells de-lish.”

“Thank you, Charles.”

“Morning, Marge. I made coffee.”

“Good morning…where did that angel come from?”

“I was wondering the same thing. You didn’t…”

“No, I didn’t. Cindy?”

“I don’t know.”

“What did I do?”

“Morning, Cindy. The Angel. Was that your idea?”

“Oh, my God, no. She is so beautiful. Mom?

“No. Do you think Charlie did it?”

“No very likely.

“Morning, all. What’s with the Angel?”

“We’re all wondering the same thing.”

“I know who did it.”

“Charlie? Who?”

“Grandma Rose.”

“How come?”

“She’s helping with my homework.”

“What? You’ve never mentioned that before.”

“Didn’t think it was important.”

“Come to think of it, it’s just the thing she’d do for a funky old Christmas tree.”

“That’s interesting.”

“What’s that, dear?”

“She passed away just before Christmas. It was her favorite time of the year.”

“Yeah, I remember. If she’s responsible for the Angel, I guess we can call it our Christmas miracle.”

“It sure makes the tree look better.”

“Yeah, it does.”

“Okay guys and girls. Let’s have breakfast and then work on dressing the tree.”

“Come on, Harry.”

“I’ll be there in a minute, hon …

“ … Thanks, Grandma. And a Merry Christmas to you.”

The End

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