WhenmyfirstwartimeChristmascameIwasinbasictraininginNewJerseyandnotsureifIcouldmakeithomefortheholidays.OnlyontheafternoonofDecember23wasthelistofmenwhowouldhavethree-daypasses(通行证)posted.Iwasoneoftheluckysoldiers.
ItwasChristmasEvewhenIarrivedandalightsnowhadfallen.Motheropenedthefrontdoor.Icouldseebeyondherintothecornerofthelivingroomwherethetreehadalwaysstood.Therewerelightsallcolorsandornaments(装饰物)shiningagainstthegreenofapine.
“Wherediditcomefrom?”Iasked.
“IaskedtheGatesboytocutit”mymothersaid.“Iwouldn’thavehadonejustformyselfbutwhenyoucalled---ohsucharush!Hejustbroughtitinthisafternoon…”
ThepinereachedtotheproperheightalmosttotheceilingandtheTreeTopKrystalStarwasinitsplace.Afewgreenbranchesreachedaboutalittleawkwardly(难看地)atthesideIthoughtandtherewasabitofbaretrunkshowinginthemiddle.ButthetreefilledtheroomwithwarmlightandthewholehousewithpleasantsmellofChristmas.
“It’snotliketheonesyouusedtofind”mymotherwenton.“Yourswerealwaysingoodshape.IsupposetheGatesboydidn’tknowwheretolook.ButIcouldn’tbepicky.”
“Don’tworry”Itoldher.“It’sperfect.”
Itwasn’tofcoursebutatthemomentIrealizedsomethingforthefirsttime:allChristmastreesareperfect.
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