of moving and dragging and sawing and cussing, there was a beautiful, naked Christmas tree standing in the corner, just as is it always had in this hellish month.
My dad and I sat back and marveled at our accomplishment. He put his hand on my shoulder and gave me that "I'm really proud of you" look that only exists in after-school specials and greeting cards. And right then, as if on cue, Barbara arrived.
I still remember the look on her face dazed, mouth open, eyes just a little teary when she saw her husband and stepson, covered in pine needles, standing in front of that tree.
And for that one moment, for the first time in my life, I think I actually felt the holiday spirit.
What's your favorite holiday story?