Wow, it does fit!
Written: December 26, 2006 at 11:54AM EST
For the last couple of months, we’ve been kinda busy and we figured we shouldn’t even bother putting up the large tree, so my mom dug out our little one (which usually goes outside) and set it up in the living room. My sister, the Christmas fanatic, convinced me to help her set up the big tree almost 8 feet tall) up. (Its fake because I have horrible allergies and the pine needles are a pain to vacuum out of Berber carpet.)
Anyways, our first task, dig the tree and the presents out of the nook underneath the stairs. Usually, we took the tree and decorations out of the nook via a large hole designed to access the nook. Come to find out, AFTER clearing out a path to get the tree and stuff out, the hole was sealed shut, making it impossible to get the tree out.
So we did the next best thing, my sister squeezed between to studs underneath the stairs and straddled the box. Then slowly she began digging out parts of the Christmas tree and handing it to me. I run each piece into her room (in the basement) and hid it. The whole reason for being secretive is because our mom didn’t want to mess around with the tree and decorations. Finally, after digging the tree out, we went for the decorations. We must have dug through at least 8 large plastic bins before finding them. We did come across a rather strange find “Jerry Springer… Too HOT for TV”. After transporting everything into her room and hiding it, we were set, now all that was left was to wait for our parents to go to bed.
Through this part of the experience, we learned one thing…
(sorry about the blurriness, camera was being weird)
“You CAN fit an 8 foot tree into a 3X3 foot space!”
At about 11pm, our parents went to bed and we set off to set everything up. Step one, take tree out of closet. As we did that, one of the larger parts of the tree fell on my toe. While attempting to be quiet, I was jumping around, foot throbbing , swearing in a whisper. 
We then carried everything upstairs.
We quickly set up the tree and decorate the living room. While trying to be as quiet as we could, the dog had other ideas. Picking up her soccer ball, she begins hurling it down the stairs. She would stomp down, grab the ball, walk up and do it again. Finally, our mom, fed up with the noise told us to go to bed. By this time, the tree was all set up and lit, and the living room decorated. She didn’t even see the tree when she yelled at us!
Done, we went to bed. 6am rolled around and my mom came and was surprised and happy to see the tree. She said when our stepdad came upstairs to go to work, he saw the tree and called her upstairs asking where his socks were. She came up and he said…
“Those little shits” staring at the tree, trying to get our mom to look”
So that’s my little Christmas story.
Merry Christmas!
Here’s the result!
