Look at these trees.They have seen some hard times.
All they really want is a nice, warm home and a family to love them for Christmas.
They hide in the back of the tent at the Christmas tree lot, or behind the larger, more majestic trees at the farm. These are the lonely, disfigured, abandoned trees that usually don’t have a home for Christmas.
While their friends — the perfectly green, triangle shaped Frasier firs and blue spruces — get bought by happy families and are taken to warm, glowing homes for the holidays, these trees sit, abandoned, without any hope.
And so, dear readers, we turn to you.
Read the stories of these poor abandoned trees, otherwise destined to spend another Christmas without a family to call their own. Perhaps you will be moved to adopt one, take it into your fold and make it happy.
There is no fee for adoption — just the willingness to come by The Times with a length of rope and tie one on the top of your car (or, in the case of tiny Tim, sit him in the back seat).
You will make the holidays just a little bit brighter for a sweet, simple conifer.
Sunny Malibu just wants a place to play
Malibu traveled from the warm climes of Forsyth County, but she is a California chick all the way through her trunk. She grew up proud and straight, but somewhere along the way she got a little burned. And while she likes to think the result of mother nature’s fury is simply some reddish highlight, savvy tree buyers know better. We plucked little Malibu from her perch at the tree farm, and now perhaps you can find a place in your home for this sunny beauty?
Tiny Tim needs just a little love
Little Tim grew up in the shadow of some mighty spruces — and, as a result, he’s a little on the scrawny side. Oh, he’s tried to reach his branches up to be like his taller brethren, but he just ended up growing a little lopsided in the process. Destined for the wood chipper, we took Tiny Tim back to our offices here at The Times, where he now waits for just a little warm spot in the living room. Surely, there’s a spot in yours for such a tiny tree!
Cyrus the cypress, worn by the wind
He grew tall to protect his fellow saplings, planted along the edge of the woods as a windbreak. But time took its toll on poor Cyrus, and before long, his branches were withered and his spine curved. As strong and sturdy as he was, Cyrus sadly realized he was too tattered and worn to make a right Christmas tree — until he was scooped up and taken to the Times. Now he happily sits in a bucket of water, waiting for a family in need of a strong — yet worn — Christmas tree.