Third Christmas without Cathy

I remember our first Christmas 1974, it was a time of great fun and joy. Cathy was vibrant and gorgeous. I was smitten and in love. She wanted a Christmas tree, I only had a Corvette. We went shopping anyway and found the tree she liked. We strapped it to the back of the corvette the best we could and brought it home. It was a Scotch pine and what a magnificent tree it was. It adorn her little apartment with all the trimmings and decorations like a pillar of Christmas. It's sat upon a yellow shag rug like a field of daffodils. I remember the grandeur to this day. We had coffee and cake in the evening  in front of it and watched the tree's mesmerizing lights. Love is in the air and it was Christmas. We enjoy it day by day, week by week, month by month. We watched as every needle fell as it formed a neat little green pyramid at the base of the tree. Then came April when all the needles fell and all that was left was the skeleton of the tree with dangling lights with no needles to cling. Cathy resisted but we finally took it out to the trash. The trashman commented, "I have never seen one of these in April". I replied with a laugh. Then came the agony of the feet. I spent the rest of the summer stepping on pine needles and many drew blood. I remember the moment, I remember the time. I remember the great fun and joy. I remember Cathy. Miss you cute.