Mrs Mary Lomax had a house with a tree growing through it.
Which meant at Christmas she had plenty of opportunity to hang her decorations and create some fascinating light shows.
It wasn’t everyone who could do what she did and that suited her very much as Mary Lomax was not like other people. She lived alone, kept to herself and refused all council directives to remove the trees branches from within her house.
Rather every year or so she renovated her house to accommodate the growing tree.
She anticipated her children would be arriving on Christmas day and there would be the usual round of requests from them to do something about the house. In particular the tree. He eldest daughter complained that in the most recent renovation her mother had moved the wall in her bedroom such that when she went to bed at night her body was almost curled around the branch and rolling over in bed was proving to be an effort she didn’t think she should have to be making.
It was the same old each year but this year she was surprising them with gifts so thoughtful and generous they would be left speechless.
In recent times she had discovered a charity with asked for donations of a specific amount as that amount would buy poor villages in Africa some of life’s necessities.
So this year, Claire the eldest was attaching her name to a goat, Loren the next daughter was giving two chickens and her son’s donation would buy the village a hammer, spade and chisel.
Mrs Lomax was aware that her children like herself really wanted for little and so this year they would be doing something for others.
So as they sat around the table, ducking their heads to avoid the branch growing over the dining table, they looked aghast at their mother’s gifts. Each child received a card with their donation listed on it.
“What?” they uttered as one.
“Where’s the chocolate?”
Written for: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2021/12/16/reenas-xploration-challenge-2/
Morpethroad 
True story?
I had a paper studio with a redwood tree growing through the middle of it, up from the floor and out through the ceiling. Three redwood trees grew through our porch as well. loved your story.
Thanks so much. Some bits are sort of true. Thanks for stopping by
Materialistic children.
Yes
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You spun a really nice story out of it 🙂
Just where my muse took me.
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Christmas with Mary Lomax ….. by Michael
Love this…………. where’s the chocolate is so typical!! Merry Christmas Michael
Thanks Di and merry Christmas to you and hubby, hope you have a lovely day.
🙂 We shall indeed Michael.
Chocolate would have sweetened the giving of the gift.
Hi Michael, not seen you around for a while , hope you are well and covid free. I like this story I can relate to it, luckily not my children but there are people like this in the younger generation. ….as for the tree the house and Mary good on her .
HAPPY CHRISTMAS 🎄🎄🎄
Hello Willow, I am doing ok. Christmas heat has arrived and looking forward to my Christmas with the kids. Best wishes to you, have a good Christmas.
Thank you Michael have a wonderful time 🤗🤗
I like those gift ideas. What does the Book say? “It’s more blessed to give than to receive.”
Hope your Christmas was as good as mine 😊
It was