In 2004, we decided to get a real Christmas tree for the first time. As the strong men of the house, it was up to my father and me. We bought the tree and brought it home, but for some reason it wouldn't stand upright and was leaning to the side. My father tried several times but couldn't manage it, so while my mother was in the kitchen, he angrily threw the tree out the window. But I had become emotionally attached to that first crooked tree we had. I immediately went back and got it. I filled one of my mother's large pots with real soil, put the tree in it, and stuck a stick into each side of its trunk to make it stand upright. I tied the sticks with red and white string. An hour later, when I showed the tree to my family, everyone was incredibly surprised and happy. I was so happy that I could do this for my family at such a young age. It's 2025 now, and that tree is still alive, still in a corner of the house, making us happy. This taught me something at that age: even if the situation seems irreparable, you still have to try. You will surely achieve something beautiful. That's the Christmas spirit for me.
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