Twas the first night of December and all through the town the wind was a howling with all of its might. Mama in her kerchief and I in my night cap wondered if the roof and the trees would all snap.
Well I did lay awake and wonder if the roof would stay on. You could hear the walls creak and garbage cans blow around in the 92 mile an hour gusts. That’s what they were clocked at in West Bountiful. Up in Centerville, they got up to 102 miles an hour. A lot of neighbors had shingles ripped off of their roofs right to the bare wood. Others had siding ripped off. Some had pine trees come down in their driveways trapping their cars in their garages.
And now the Christmas miracle. I got the clippers and started clipping the branches off of the pine tree to clean up and get it off the fence. Suddenly Dave said, “Stop!”, then a pause. “Christmas tree”. He got the saw and cut the tree off at the fence. And that’s how we ended up with our Christmas tree for 2011, our Christmas Miracle. I think it tops the year we had to put the lights on the ladder and decorate it for our Christmas tree.