Archives - December 2012


Dec. 21

Trees and Stockings


East Texas Christmas


My Grandaddy Cozart was, hands down, the worst judge of Christmas trees ever.  That is not an exaggeration.  The second week of December, Grandmamma, bless her heart, sent him out into the back woods to cut one down.  While he was gone, My sister Dena and I helped her pull out the box of lights and ornaments.


Every year I had visions of a beautiful pine with long green boughs that was so tall we would have to lop the top for the star to fit.  We would definitely have to go into town to buy more garland because the measley amount in the box wasn't near long enough to go around the grand tree that Granddaddy was scouting in the woods.


And every year, without fail, Granddaddy came home dragging a Charlie Brown Christmas tree.


As a matter of fact ...

Listening to the whispering pines

Hello. My name is Donna Cozart Pauley. Welcome to The Whispering Pines, a literary blog dedicated to my love of the written word. It is an eclectic collage of my life -- from my poems to my stories to my family to my pets to my causes to my photographs to my recipes to my love of teaching to my favorite literature. Please feel free to comment. Words are only important if they are heard or read. Just like those soundless trees falling in the forest.

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