The First Silver Christmas Tree

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 07
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1975
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
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Title The First Silver Christmas Tree
Description ren grow up and each in time leave the home nest and seek to find their own niche in life. The time came when not one was left in the big stone house; some had married and moved far away; some attending college too far away and too busy to get home for Christmas. Still Grandpa was making his trips to the canyon for the winter wood. As he was about to leave early that brisk October morning, Grandma called. Papa, don't bother to bring a tree this year, not one of the children will be home for Christmas; they are all too busy and some too far away." Grandpa nodded his grey head in silence, picked up his lunch sack and was gone. Winds whipped the air and one could feel winter approaching. By mid-morning snow covered the valley and by late evening Grandpa had not returned from the canyon. Grandma milked the cows, fed the chickens and the lambs, gathered the eggs, filled the woodbox and kept the fire going in the old Stewart range. The clock on the mantle above the sink struck eight, then nine, then ten. A dozen times Grandma walked to the corral gate,listening for the heavy sound of the horses hoofs. Finally at midnight there came a distant crunch-ing of wheels on the icy snow. The neigh of old Nig was music to her ears, They were home, and on top of all the logs, reaching far into the sky, was the most beautiful Christmas tree she had ever seen. The next day Grandpa made a box for the trunk and together they moved it into the parlor. "Put this tree in the bay window, Papa, where Ethelinda always wanted it." Then Grandma closed the parlor door. October passed. A cold November slipped by, and in December a blanket of snow almost buried the valley. Grandma and Grandpa kept close to the old Stewart range; the parlor door had never been opened since the day the tree with its green branches brushed the bay window. But the parlor was not entirely empty. Who do you suppose found it delightful with no heat, no brooms, no dust mops, no heavy shoes treading on the braided rug? Hell, the spiders: the big ones, the lean ones, the little ones, mama spiders, papa spiders and all their children, their cousins and their aunts, descending like an army on the great green Christmas tree. Up and down they climbed, over and under each little branch, leaving a silver web wherever spider legs traveled. Christmas Eve the tree was covered with strands and strands of tiny silver threads. The last trace of green was gone. It was truly a Christ-mas tree of silver; yes, a Silver Christmas Tree! A December moon with its cold, icy glare, picked up shining sparkles from the frozen snow, reflecting a glow upon the silver tree standing in the bay window. It was a magnificent picture. The carolers stopped and stared and stared and sang louder and longer. The neighbors passed and one by one sent the word around until the whole town came to see a silver tree in the Jensen bay window. Ohing and ahing; "What has made it thus?" -70-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 7
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325303
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