
It was December 2004. Mike was studying for and taking his finals in order to graduate with his Batchelors Degree that semester. I was pregnant with James, and in the beginning stages of taking and reviewing applications for the people that would replace our job as managers of the aprtment complex we lived in. We were also trying to make as many repairs and fixes as possible around the apartment complex before we had to leave. On top of that, we had started looking for jobs for Mike and looking for a place to move. You might say things were a little busy. We normally take a day and head up to the Uinta Mountains to cut down our Christmas tree. 2004 was a different story. We really had no time that year to head up to the mountains as usual, so we scoped out a few tree lots around town. The price of trees seemed to be outrageous, and for trees that did not seem to be what we wanted. We somehow had it in our mind that if we went tree shopping on Christmas Eve, we could find a tree at a discounted price. We would spend Christmas Eve as a family decorating our tree. Christmas Eve came and as we drove to the first lot we had browsed earlier in the month, the tree lot had packed up and left. No worries, we would just continue on to the others that we had scoped out. As we went to every lot we had found, we discovered they had all packed up and left town. We were getting worried and frustrated, hoping we wouldn't have a Christmas without a tree. We were getting desperate and started driving around the buldings of local businesses hoping they had thrown out their trees in the dumpsters or back behind the buildings. No luck. We drove by many trees that were planted on the property of some of the businesses and briefly thought about breaking the law and cutting one of them down. (Don't worry, it was just a brief flash of desperate thoughts, we never would have really done it! LOL) It was very late and there were no trees to be found. The mood was somber as we drove home empty handed. We got home and put the kids to bed. Mike was determined and would not let our kids wake up Christmas morning without a tree. He disappeared in to the storage shed of our apartment complex for about an hour. I heard banging and power saws sawing. Finally Mike emerged with saw dust all over him and spray paint on his fingers. He told me to go out to the shed and take a look. Mike had created a 3 foot 2 dimensional Christmas tree out of plywood. He had spray painted the tree green and the stand red. (The couple that had managed the apartment complex before us had done many Christmas projects in the past and left cans of green and red spray paint. I almost threw them away on many occassions, but never did.) I have to say I have never seen anything so creative, and made with as much love as Mike put in to that tree for his kids. We brought the tree in to the living room and decorated it with Christmas lights and candycanes that could hang on the "branches". We now use the plywood christmas tree in our holiday decorating and laugh about the year we almost had no Christmas tree.