“Arent you two ready yet? Ive got old Brownie hitched to the cutter. If we dont hurry itll be dark before we get back. I dont want to have to be on he lookout for wolves,” Papa teased.
“Papa, Bonnies putting on her mittens and Im tying Elmers scarf so itll cover his ears. Dont you dare leave for the woods to get the tree without them,” warned Momma.
Cuddling down in the cutter under the buffalo robe, the children excitedly told their father of the popcorn and cranberry strings they had made to decorate the tree. They were delightedly anticipating placing the tiny toys, which the rest of the year were safely stored in a wooden box, among the branches of the table top evergreen in the parlor, normally closed during the winter. “Last Saturday Momma bought 12 new candles for the tree, said Bonnie. “And well fill the two buckets of water to stand nearby too, Papa enjoined. “Wont little Bucky be surprised to see his first tree?” piped Elmer.
Following the tracks of other sleighs on the snow filled road, the group in the cutter found the trail often left the road and went through a neighbors field when an unusually large drift was encountered. Upon reaching the woods the children directed their father to a large pine they had spotted during summer explorations. “No, thats too big. Well find a small spruce that will still leave room for us in the parlor too.” Replied their father.
Sure enough, the tree seemed to grow once it was brought indoors. ” Did you brush off all the snow?” asked Momma. ” I dont want big puddles on the table like last year.
The tree completely filled the corner by the organ, where the children know their grandma would play Christmas carols for the entire family to sing. Before another week passed, wrapped packages began to appear under the tree and the table. Secret explorations convinced the children that several looked and felt suspiciously as if they contained clothing or books – not necessarily their hearts desire. The day before Christmas each placed the gifts theyd made for their parents in back of the tree, certain they would be surprised. Bucky, with his fathers help, had whittled a wooden spoon for his mother and hed made a one legged milking stool, under his grandpas supervision, for his dad. Bonnie, finally having learned how to knit well, wrapped a pair of mittens for her father and a crocheted dishcloth for her Momma. For Bucky she and her mother bought a rubber ball hed admired at the hardware store the month before.
On the way to the Christmas Eve Services, at the country church a mile away, Papa wondered aloud if the occasional clouds which hid the moon meant more snow was on the way. “I hope so,” said Bucky, “so we can play Fox and Geese with our cousins tomorrow!” ” And Sally and I can make angles in the snow,” chirped Bonnie.
Once again at home, still busy in the kitchen making dressing for the goose and keeping an eye on the progress the pies were making in the wood stove oven, Momma occasionally peaked into the parlor to give advice on the tree decorating project in progress by the children while her husband finished his barn chores.
A tired family went to bed early. The children, on pins and needles, planning to be the first down stairs to see what was in those packages and the parents fully aware of the busy day ahead. Much more than the normal barn and housekeeping chores. Parents, siblings and families would be arriving soon enough- glad to leave the city for the country Christmas of their childhood memories.
Researched and compiled by Marieanna Bair.