THE RUBBISH CHRISTMAS TREE

THE CHRISTMAS TREE MADE OUT OF RUBBISH.


My job is to get people to do pointless things, this in itself  is pointless but what you have to remember is  that every action has a reaction. As a fat wise cat once told me "There is a reason for everything and everything has a reason", I was watching someone feed her at the time. You may at times think that you have seen me sitting around smiling and maybe drinking earl grey tea, that is your imagination. What I am does not appear in a form than you can see, to your eyes I do not exist. There have been times when you have been sitting on your own maybe in somewhere like Costa coffee and you just have that feeling  that someone is looking at you, you turn to look and there is no one there. Well there is something there but you cannot see it, that  something is me. I am just checking in with you to make sure that you do something pointless and you normally do, just after getting that feeling of someone looking at you. It's a natural reaction as pointless actions give a feeling of comfort and sometimes happiness. I also have a small part in the making or enhancement of dreams, I just add in a small thought to get you to do something when you wake up. You may not do that something straight away it could take an hour, a day, a week or a year but that thought will sit there in your mind slowly seeping through your consciousness until eventually you do that said pointless thing. Why you may ask??, The thing is I am not here to answer that question and to be straight with you do not want to because I have no answer to it, I am here just  do what I do and that is to get people to do pointless things.

This is a short story about when I planted a pointless thought in the mind of  an artist called James. This was a very powerful thought so the pointless act was running though his mind as he opened his eyes and woke up in his bedroom next to his wife on Christmas morning at four am.

" Wow a tree." murmured James.

He stopped for a moment to collect his thoughts and mind in to one and it (the pointless act) started to develop before his eyes.
     
"I need to go to the beach and make a Christmas tree out of rubbish," shouted James sounding as if he was in a trance.  
"Go back to sleep you mad welsh fool," Answered Jane James wife as she leaned over to look at the alarm clock, "It's four in the morning."
" I have to go and do it now," replied James as he stood up and started to put on his clothes.
"What are you talking about," Jane protested, "I know your nearly fifty but you could have picked a better time to have a mid life crises and go all crazy on me,"
" I'm thirty eight which you know very well," Answered James lovingly as he smiled at his wife's words, "Come with me."
Jane smiled back even though she was half asleep.
"Let me get this right, your asking me to come down to the beach at four in the morning to make a Christmas tree out of rubbish."              
" Yes." Replied James.
"Why." Asked Jane.
" There's no reason," Stated James with a big smile, "It's pointless but it is going to be so much fun."
"Ok," Replied Jane, "Lets go."

Jane got out of bed and put on her clothes and the two of them stuck there shoes on. It was snowing outside so as they got to there front door James wrapped a scarf around Jane's neck. Outside the front door they both looked across the park in front of there flat and smiled, Jane took James's hand and they crossed the road to the park. They walked on the path that ran down the side of the park to the beach until they came to a street light, James stopped and let go of Jane's hand and looked at the floor. He moved around in a circle then stopped, looked up at Jane, smiled and started to dance.
"What are you doing now," Jane cried starting to laugh.
"I'm dancing with my shadow," James shouted dancing in a circle.

This had nothing to do with me, James had seen someone do this on a beach and was waiting for the perfect moment to try it out. You can call it a act of personal choose. When they had both stopped laughing they carried on down the path to the beach. They got to the beach and both took of there shoes and started to walk on the sand as the realisation of what they were doing sank in.   
    
" Right this was your big idea," Said Jane looking at James "What do we do next."
"Well first we need the tree itself," Replied James, "I saw a big branch that had broken of a tree by the hedge next to the street lamp, I'll go and get it."

James ran off and came back ten minutes later with the said branch. During this time Jane had started to collect, bottles, sea weed, crisp packets and anything that looked interesting and shinny. James had come across an old lobster pot and used it as a base to plant the branch into. As James stood back and  looked towards the branch planted in the lobster pot it started to look like a tree. Jane walked over to James and looked in the same direction and without talking they both started to decorate the tree with Jane's collection of rubbish. Time just pasted by and they thought of nothing but the tree and when they ran out of Jane's collection they walked in circles around the tree picking up anything that court there eye. Slowly the sun started to come up and James and Jane had one last look at the madness that was the Christmas tree made out of rubbish. They left the beach walking home in the warm morning sun and passed Lisa, they didn't  know Lisa  or even notice her at that moment as they were lost in each others conversation and laughter. Lisa was just lost and was walking towards the beach with her hoodie up to hide the fact that she had just had her heart broken and was crying uncontrollable. Lisa had just found out that her boyfriend had been sleeping with her so-called best friend for four months and needed to go to the beach, why the beach she did not know but she just had to go. As she turned the corner to walk on to the beach she stopped and just stared, at what she was not sure. Lisa slowly walked towards James and Jane's Christmas tree made out of rubbish and just stood there in amazement at what she was seeing. She removed her shoes and walked following the direction of the foot prints going around the tree and just lost herself in it all as she examined the decoration. Lisa loved art in all it's forms and was doing a fine arts degree at Truro college. Lisa sat down next to the tree and just for a short time as she stared at the tree Lisa was just Lisa and not the young girl crying on the beach  whose heart had been broken. This gave her time to clear her mind and to just realize that life was not so bad and that if Tom didn't realize what a great person she was he did not deserve her, also best friends are not best friends when they fuck your boyfriend. Lisa got up and took a deep breath and for one last time took in the amazing view before her of the Christmas tree made out of rubbish. Lisa was spending Christmas day at her mum and dads and slowly walked around to there house and knocked on the door. When the door was opened Lisa's mum didn't say anything about the time but just let her in, for the next half hour Lisa told her the whole story and her mum just listened. Lisa's dad could hear from the bed room and shouted down something about legs and broken but Lisa said "NO, thanks anyway." As the day went on they relaxed in each others company and the time passed until it was that moment to sit around the tree and open presents. Lisa got over tom very quickly and became a very rich woman when at the age of twenty six she started her own company, her speciality was making Christmas decorations out of recycled materials then hand painting them….Good idea.
I wish I could say Tom and Debbie (Lisa's not so best friend) got married and had a child who became world leader who though intelligent foresight is generally accredited with averting a major world disaster, saving millions. I can not tell you that as it did not happen as Tom cheated on Debbie with a man and found in his new partner Bob what he could not find with Lisa or Debbie a large cock.

EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON AND EVEN THE MOST POINTLESS ACT MAY CHANGE THE WORLD, RUBBISH IS ONLY WORTHLESS UNTIL YOU LOOK AT IT IN A NEW LIGHT.       
IF LIFE IS NOT WORKING FOR YOU TRY SOMETHING NEW, IT MIGHT BE THAT THING THAT IS MISSING.