The Fir
The Fir

Summary/Abstract: Dad planted the fir when I was nine, after it was done more or less successfully pretending to be our Christmas tree. Sure, it was a tree; just a puny one. The smallest Christmas tree in the world. Our next-door neighbors also had a potted tree. Their daughter was a friend of mine, so I remember it very well: she was always better than me in every possible way, including that one. If I could have picked my own Christmas gift – to put under a tree, mind you – it would have been her tree.

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