Is That a Christmas Tree

I think Farmer Dave drives a black truck, Mama said. He will be along shortly, I am baking him bread. We were excited about this, he always said kind things. He drove up in a red truck; something in the back ting-a-lings. Is that a Christmas tree? We asked Farmer Dave when he got out. It surely is, he replied. “For your young’uns’”. We gave a happy shout. Mama said we could not afford one this year, my older brother said. “This is in exchange for your mama’s world-famous sweet bread.” In addition to the tree, he had a large box with decorations too. They were in a variety of colors, many of Christmas colors and hue. We knew he was doing us a big favor, and our mama tried to say no. She saw our happy faces and gracefully accepted them with a mama’s glow.