December 17th, 1892 - Cut Your Own Christmas Tree
Arthur hadn't been able to find his wife that morning, so he'd taken Gwenog himself to go cut the Christmas tree out at Hillicker Farm. They would get a tree — he thought Gwenog would have a lot of fun helping to cut it down, she liked to get her hands dirty — and then they would surprise Dezzie with it when she got home. It would be a picture-perfect family event for once.
Gwen helped with the first few pulls of the saw, and then Art had to take over for her little hands. He gave it a few good shoves back and forth - getting about a third of the way through the trunk of the evergreen tree - before he turned, grinning, to show off for his daughter.
Except that his daughter wasn't there.
"Gwenog?" Arthur called, standing up. Even standing up, he couldn't see her, with her mass of brown curls and her bright red jacket. Louder, this time: "Gwenog?!"
Gwen helped with the first few pulls of the saw, and then Art had to take over for her little hands. He gave it a few good shoves back and forth - getting about a third of the way through the trunk of the evergreen tree - before he turned, grinning, to show off for his daughter.
Except that his daughter wasn't there.
"Gwenog?" Arthur called, standing up. Even standing up, he couldn't see her, with her mass of brown curls and her bright red jacket. Louder, this time: "Gwenog?!"
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