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Rusted van hides a heart of gold

By Matt Reese

The thin layer of fresh snow crunched under the tires of the old, rusted van that pulled into the gravel parking spot between a gleaming new SUV and a big pickup truck. A lone man got out of the dilapidated van with a creak of the door and a plume of cigarette smoke. He had greasy, long hair and wore a sweatshirt with cut-off sleeves and some ragged, grease-smeared jeans.

He definitely didn’t fit the mold of the typical customers that visit our Christmas tree farm for a fun, family experience. Despite his unkempt appearance, though, there was a delighted sparkle in his eyes and he wore a crooked, happy smile on his face as I walked with him into the snow-covered rows of Christmas trees.

Our footsteps crunched through the deepening snow drifts as the man started telling me about his love of a real Christmas tree for the holiday and how he had one every year of his life but last year. The previous year, he was facing the recent departure of his long-time love interest due to her drug habit.

“She kept trying to quit and I thought she was better, but she kept going back to the drugs,” he said as we walked though the icy pines. “So I had to kick her to the curb. That was tough and it was not a very good Christmas. I didn’t even get a tree. I was in a bad place then.”

I wasn’t quite sure what to say, so I didn’t say anything. He continued talking.

“But I just love Christmas, and Christmas trees. It really is a special time of year,” he said.

With this, I could agree. At this point he said he just wanted to look around for a while and I went to help some other Christmas tree customers who had found a tree. Then, for the next 45 minutes or so, I would occasionally catch a glimpse of him walking through the snowy fields with his sleeveless sweatshirt on. He still had the twinkle in his eye and the crooked smile.

The sun was starting to set and the temperatures were dropping. Most of the customers had cleared out of the fields. The man hollered out, “Hey, I think I found one.”

He was covered in snow from leaning into his favorite trees to place a clump of dried grass in the top so he could quickly find it and compare it with his other favorites. His bare arms were red and dripping with melted snow. He had settled on a massive, fat, tall Scotch pine that he pointed out to me beneath the reddening sky.

The tree was cut and loaded into the old van. We all waved and wished him a merry Christmas as the old van sputtered out of the drive. As he drove off down the road, I was talking with the rest of my family about how that guy must really love Christmas trees; it didn’t look like he had enough money to spend on something like that.

My wife, who runs the cash register, overheard us talking about the unusual man and his unusual story. To our surprise, she said that, when she rang up his tree, he told her to double the price and make sure we donated a tree to someone who could not afford one this Christmas.

We followed his request that year, and he has done the same thing every year in the six or seven years since then. We have delivered Christmas trees on his behalf to a struggling cancer patient and her family, local churches, families facing the challenges of unemployment, military families missing their loved ones, and disabled elderly folks unable to make it out the farm. The generosity of the mysterious man in the dilapidated van has not only enriched the lives of the recipients of these trees, but also ours.

Every year that same guy shows up in the same tattered clothes, with the same rusted van and the same Christmas spirit. He definitely does not fit the mold of most of the other customers, but maybe most of us ought to try and be a bit more like him.

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Author: Matt Reese

I grew up on a small farm in northwest Ohio and spent most of my youth writing, doodling, taking pictures, reading and exploring the surrounding farmland. With a family full of teachers, I also grew up around a culture supportive of education. I was active in athletics in high school before graduating from Ohio State University where I studied agricultural communications. This led to my career in agricultural journalism.

I continue to work on the family Christmas tree farm in Hancock County. I married my wonderful wife, Kristin, in 2002. We live on a small farm in Fairfield County with sheep, rabbits and chickens. We have a daughter Campbell Miriam who was born in the fall of 2007 and a son Parker Matthew born in August of 2009. We are active in our local church and with numerous other organizations. I help with the agricultural program at Ohio Christian University in Circleville as well.

I have worked for Ohio’s Country Journal since 1999. I also write a column for numerous newspapers around Ohio, Fresh Country Air and do freelance writing and photography work. I have written and self-published six books to date. To find my books, visit lulu.com and search for “Matt Reese.”

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