My Funny Family Dog Story About How NOT to Decorate a Christmas Tree!
Decorated Christmas Tree
This true story will give you an idea of how NOT to ever consider decorating your Christmas tree. This story has been related to me by my mother when remembering her childhood and we have laughed about it many times.
Back when she was growing up in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, the Christmas tree was always placed in the living room. It was a room in the house that had three doors which could be closed.
Since the three children in the family (my mother and her older sister and brother) were not allowed to see the Christmas Tree and presents until Christmas Eve each year, these doors were kept closed for a week or more. This gave my grandparents the time to put up the tree, get it decorated and put the array of Christmas presents around it.
This shutting of the doors to the living room worked well for my grandparents as they could assemble and wrap the presents without having curious little eyes seeing what was transpiring.
Once the doors would be opened on Christmas Eve, the excitement and anticipation would have been building for some time.
Appreciation of the entire scene taken in at first glance would have been met with such pleasure that I can almost imagine the oohs and aahs and running of little feet towards the focus of attention which was the Christmas tree and everything under the tree.
There was one additional family member that would have been waiting and sniffing with anticipation...the family dog, Jiggs. When I say sniffing, I literally mean it. There was always a present for him as well under the Christmas tree.
The pine scent of the real Christmas tree permeated beyond the living room.
My mother has told me that even though the doors were shut (and probably locked to keep mischievous children from sneaking a peek) it did not prevent the three of them, plus Jiggs, to lay on the floor trying to see (and smell in the case of Jiggs) anything they could from the crack under the door into the room.
Imaginations would run wild and speculations as to what was being wrapped when the crinkling of paper was heard in addition to other noises just added to the excitement of the final anticipated day.
Christmas Eve would finally arrive!
Relatives were always invited to join in the festivities. Christmas cookies would have been baked and set out for everyone to enjoy.
The long anticipated exchanging of gifts would finally take place. Most of the gifts were for my mother and her siblings and Jiggs always got his gift as well.
Are your pets given Christmas gifts?
Visiting and general good will was exchanged between the adults present and to cap off the day Midnight Mass was attended.
My mother has told me that they walked to and from church and she can still remember the crunching of snow under her boots. Although it may have been cold outside, she never remembers feeling the cold.
Church was very important and the birth of the Christ child was also integral to Christmas. Once back home, they would have a light meal and go to bed.
That in a nutshell is how my mother and her family celebrated Christmas each year except for this one particular year which has everything to do with this story.
City where my mother grew up - Milwaukee, Wisconsin
By now you are probably asking yourself the question "What does this have to do with how NOT to decorate a Christmas tree?"
That is a fair question.
One year my grandfather had the bright idea to hang a hot dog on the tree for Jiggs.
He thought that it would be fun to see him discover it, and of course, it would have provided an edible treat for him that year in addition to whatever might have been placed under the tree.
Since Jiggs always got a present, he would run into the room just like the children and start nosing around under the tree trying to sniff his present out from the others.
Just before the company arrived the doors were opened.
It took Jiggs a few seconds to discover that tasty treat and in grabbing for it, the entire Christmas tree fell to the ground with ornaments shattering and skidding all across the room.
It was a mad scramble to get the tree back up and somewhat rearranged before all the relatives had arrived that year.
Needless to say a hot dog or other edible never again graced one of their Christmas trees! Lesson learned!
Hopefully you now all know the story of how NOT to decorate a Christmas Tree!
It still brings a smile to my face just thinking about this true story.
These decorating tips do not include a hot dog! :-)
Do you have funny family stories related to a Christmas tree?
Beautiful music, beautiful tree...and once again, no hot dogs!
© 2009 Peggy Woods