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Mar 20, 13
Dec 6, 13
It was the week before Christmas, down along the Mexican border. Yuma Arizona to be exact. All of us produce haulers were trying to get that last load on to get to the house for Christmas. I had just made my last pick up, was pulled out of the dock and was closing the doors when an old black portal window Freightliner pulled up to a stop in cloud of dust.(Everything happens in cloud of dust in Yuma.) Out stepped a bear of a man all dressed in black. Black t-shirt, black jump pants and boots, big wide black suspenders. White hair and beard cut close. He said, "who wants a Christmas tree? Ho,ho,ho" Being the week before Christmas, the office girls have on those stupid dingle ball hats and everybody doing goofy stuff, some old guy going ho,ho,ho didn't really stand out. One of the dock hands hollered "how much?". He said "They're free, ho,ho,ho" Now he had my attention. It was just the wife and I that year and we didn't have a tree yet, so I thought I'd get one of his trees. There were just enough Christmas trees to cover the front wall of the trailer. Another hand and I went back and forth carrying them to the back door. We made a pretty good pile on the ground and I looked out the back door. People were coming from all directions. Curiously there seemed be almost as many trees on the front wall as there were when we started. I was starting to break a sweat and I don't like to sweat so I jumped down and talked to this driver. We introduced ourselves and he said his name was Nick Clauson. I figured it was a joke so I played along. I asked him where he picked up. He said he got the trees somewhere in Alberta. He reeled off a list of stops in Montana, Wyoming, Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona. Boy Scouts, Lions clubs, church groups... every one of them was some kind of civic organization. I said "why are you giving these trees away?" Nick said "I've got to these off and get loaded back Calgary as soon as possible. The wife and go on a holiday trip every year. If I'm late again this year she's gonna kick my ass." Are you from Calgary I asked? "Ho,ho, no, we live way north of Calgary." Now you're going to tell me you live at the north pole. "Ho,ho, no, my folks lived north of the circle, but the wife and I moved south. The utilities were killing us." Right. Nice to meet you Nick. If there really is a Santa Claus, he is a Canadian trucker. I took a half dozen of those trees. Gave them away all the way to Dallas. One went to a waitress at the Triple T in Tucson. At Warricks in Odessa, the smallest tree went to a little girl who was going to have to spend Christmas in the hospital. At the TA in Abilene I met a tired and dirty young guy in tire shop. His wife was a waitress in the restaurant. They had just eloped, run away from home to get married and neither of their families would talk to them. The only furniture they had was a kitchen table and chairs. When I left they had Christmas tree. The last tree made it home with me. I was home for Christmas for the first time in years.
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