Book Christmas 17

SML
Dec 17, 2015
1 min read

A Christmas Memory by Truman Capote

Scented acres of holiday trees, prickly-leafed holly. Red berries shiny as Chinese bells: black crows swoop upon them screaming. Having stuffed our burlap sacks with enough greenery and crimson to garland a dozen windows, we set about choosing a tree. “It should be,” muses my friend, “twice as tall as a boy. So a boy can’t steal the star.” The one we pick is twice as tall as me. A brave handsome brute that survives thirty hatchet strokes before it keels with a creaking rending cry.

Retrieved from: Great Literary Christmas Tales That Aren't 'A Christmas Carol'

(This website did not have more info on the scene. Sorry.)