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O Christmas Tree

Thoughts on a well-worn tradition

Photo by Seoyeon Choi on Unsplash

When my husband was a child in New York, more than a half-century ago, he would walk downtown with his father to get the Christmas tree — somewhere below 14th Street, trash can fire chasing the chill. They selected a small tree and put it on a bridge table in the apartment, with multicolored lights and a red brick paper skirt…




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