Home Read What's New Join
My Account Login

Read Our Devotional             2016 Opportunities to be Published             Detailed Navigation

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge



how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level


submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners

Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.



how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Christmas Tree (10/09/08)

TITLE: Treezilla and Charlie Brown


My Christmas tree story takes place in Washington, the evergreen state. However, the setting is in the eastern side of things, which is not forest so much as high desert. This is the story of Treezilla and Charlie Brown, but this is not a tale of science fiction, nor a cartoon strip gone awry. It is the tale of two families on an adventure to choose a Christmas tree.

Once upon a time in the high desert of Washington, in a land known more for its beautiful people than beautiful landscape, there lived two families who were great friends. Each had a little daughter about the age of two. One trio was well to do. They had a large house with cathedral ceilings and were rather particular about the tree they would choose to grace their house. They had grown up in the truly beautiful land of Montana and were steeped in the tradition of live trees decorated elaborately with lights and ornaments, full in branches and rich in fragrance. Since their ceiling soared, they were intent upon a tree that would tower high into the room—12 feet high at the least.

The other family was the vicar of a church. Their house was as diminutive as their income, but they lived within their means and enjoyed life to the fullest. Their goal was to find a tree that smelled of the great outdoors and had enough branches to hang the ornaments that had come into their possession by the crafting hands of their grandmothers.

It came to be that the family with the great house invited their friends of the diminutive house to go tree hunting with them. So, permits in hand and adventure in heart, the two families set off into the Washington winter in search of trees to grace their estate and cottage. Numerous trees were admired, though many, upon closer inspection, lacked the symmetry or foliage necessary for the job of a Christmas tree. Eventually however, they chose trees in keeping with their desires.

The first tree, chosen by the vicar and his wife, was of modest proportions. Dave, the jolly friend with the estate, teased vicar and wife good-naturedly. He wondered if they would need all those sparsely spaced branches for their decorations. Ruth, the lady of the cottage, was adamant that the tree was lovely and rather than spindly, it was a true Victorian Christmas tree. Dave hauled it to the sled and dubbed it a Charlie Brown yearling. Ruth reminded him that the “yearling” was 8 ½ feet tall.

It took a bit longer for Tammy and Dave to find a conifer of stately proportions that met their stringent criteria. When they found it, it took Dave’s and Vicar Jeffrey’s combined efforts to fell and drag it to the sled. It tumbled onto the dredge, dwarfing the Victorian tree beside it. Ruth bemoaned that the 14 foot tall Treezilla had overwhelmed her beautiful Christmas tree.

Once at the truck, they met with a quandary. Treezilla was too big for the camper topped truck. How were they to get their Christmas trees home? First, the saw was employed to shorten the trunk. A few other adjustments and much groaning and shoving later, Treezilla was in the back of the truck shorn of some of its height and a fair amount of its needles. The little Victorian tree, slanderously labeled the Charlie Brown yearling slid gracefully between the cracks of Treezilla branches.

Upon returning home with their trees, each family decorated them according to their wont. Strings and strings of lights and many beautiful ornaments went onto Treezila. She was a thing of beauty and splendor, towering majestically over the room. The Charlie Brown yearling sat primly in the living room of the vicar’s cottage adorned with a string of red beads, velvet red bows and selection of handmade ornaments. A quilted tree skirt of red, white and green modestly enveloped the base. Both trees brought delight to their homes. What more could a Christmas tree wish for?

The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be right now. CLICK HERE

JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.

This article has been read 376 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Jan Ackerson 10/18/08
A very interesting story of contrasts, written in a parable-like style that I enjoyed.
Sharlyn Guthrie10/20/08
I like your writing style and the contrast you drew between the families. This has a classic feel to it.