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Christmas in Our Hearts -<br />
But We Need Lights Around It<br />
by Mary McClure<br />
It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas,” I say<br />
hopefully each December when the temperature drops<br />
down in the 30s. I say, “feels like Christmas,” not “looks<br />
like Christmas,” because we Okies know that a white<br />
Christmas is as rare as a partridge in our pear tree. It<br />
does happen, once in a while, but I am not one of those<br />
looking at the sky and dreaming of a White Christmas<br />
because snow can really foul up travel plans for everyone<br />
but Santa Claus. What I’m hoping for, starting with the<br />
first weekend in December, is the perfect day to put<br />
up the outside Christmas decorations. A perfect day I<br />
define as somewhere between 33 and 99 degrees, not<br />
raining, although a little mist would be OK, and wind<br />
gusts no more than 25 miles per hour. I would make a<br />
list each year. Read it to my husband: “Go to the storage<br />
place, get 15 boxes of decorations. Cut enough cedar<br />
boughs for the lamp post and front door. Decorate lamp<br />
pole. Decorate front door. Put lights in tree.”<br />
“What was that last thing?” he always asked suspiciously.<br />
“Put lights in tree,” I’d say cheerily. “We’ll just work it in<br />
on a pretty day.” He would look noncommittal. He knew<br />
I was using the editorial “we” and it was he who would<br />
have to lug the ladders around the front and climb up<br />
and down them to string lights in the elm tree.<br />
occurred to me that they could take over this essential<br />
part of the Christmas festivities. As it turned out, they<br />
didn’t find it very festive either. I insisted for several<br />
years until, finally, one son, high atop a ladder, said<br />
bitterly, “Mom, you just ruin Thanksgiving making us<br />
put these lights up in the tree.”<br />
That got my attention. What kind of a Ma Scrooge, what<br />
kind of a Grinchette had I turned into? So, I hired it<br />
done by people who put ads in the paper saying if there<br />
was anything they loved to do, it was climb up in brittle<br />
old trees and wind strings of little light bulbs around<br />
even more brittle branches. Or, more precisely, “We do<br />
what others won’t.”<br />
That elm tree is more than 50 years old now, which is not<br />
that old for a tree, but high winds and bad ice storms,<br />
have taken their toll. This year, there aren’t enough<br />
reachable branches to wrap lights around. I finally had<br />
to concede that what we’re reminded of every year - that<br />
the true spirit of Christmas lies not in decorations, in<br />
gifts, in celebrations, but in our hearts – that’s what is<br />
important. I just wish I could find a way to string some<br />
lights around it.<br />
“I’ll help,” I’d add quickly. “I’ll go get stuff and hand it<br />
up to you.”<br />
Eventually, I’d encourage him - well, OK, nag him<br />
into climbing up into the elm tree to string lights. The<br />
Christmas spirit curve took a nosedive around our<br />
house during this stage. It was a task he hated, as he<br />
continually reminded me in left-over Marine Corps<br />
terminology. But I always got a great rush of Christmas<br />
joy when I’d drive up to the house and see our elm tree<br />
aglow with twinkling-colored lights. Since our three<br />
sons were always here for Thanksgiving, it finally<br />
Mary McClure,<br />
editor of the Fort Sill Cannoneer for 18<br />
years when it was rated among the Army’s<br />
top three newspapers, was also the first<br />
woman inducted into the Army’s Public<br />
Affairs Hall of Fame. She has received the<br />
Lawton Citizen of the Humanities Award and<br />
the Oklahoma Association of Broadcasters<br />
Outstanding Achievement award for Special<br />
Programming among metro radio stations.<br />
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