I’m from a small town up north (where there was no such thing) and saw invitations to these events for years after we moved to the Charleston, South Carolina, area. Just couldn’t imagine what they were. How could trees sing?
Finally, one year I got tickets (they’re in high demand; you can’t just stroll into one of these things) and went to a small local church for the big event.
Who knew? A magical tree didn’t sing, but a bunch of people wearing red and green t-shirts were stuffed inside a wooden platform shaped like a tree and they sang! With blinking bulbs pulsing around the bodyless faces, it was so mesmerizing that I couldn’t take my eyes off it!
The music was nice — nothing like Christmas carols to bring out the holiday spirit — and I was amazed.
Who thought of this idea? How did grown people get inside the tree platform? Weren’t they blinded by the lights and roasting from the heat the lights produced? Did anyone ever fall off the top of the tree?
My son was about 8 at the time, and I got tickets to another performance at the same church later that week and excitedly took him, thinking he’d be even more enthralled than I was.
He wasn’t. He simply rolled his eyes and said, “Mom. This is so lame.”