Antique Christmas Ornaments and Christmas Memories
- One year in Hawaii our poinsettia bush grew tall and gangly and very tree-like that it covered the view to our door.
- When I was in third grade, my brother showed my sister and I where some of the presents were hidden. It was such a shock to me because I still believed in Santa Claus.
- Since I was the shortest,in second grade I was cast as The Littlest Christmas Tree. The biggest boy in the class was the person who was to find me in the woods, chop me down, and carry me to the wagon. I was so mortified that a boy (ew, ew, ew) was going to touch me that I put up such a fuss. After he “chopped” me down, I walked to the wagon instead.
- It was so hot onstage that under the cover of all that green construction paper, several “trees” fainted!
- When we were older, my mother let each one of us decorate the tree for that year. My debut as a tree decorator was a flop as I picked red, white and green decorations–yeah, very Italian-flag-colorish! My brother, however, had a flair for decorating. We all agreed that the job belonged to him.
- My grandmother never showed favoritism when it came to gift-giving, so she would buy the same gift for all twenty of her grandchildren: 20 fuzzy bedroom slippers, 20 flannel pajamas, 20 ceramic piggy banks (which I still have), 20 flannel pajamas . . .
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Daily Gratitude: Another Tequila sunrise
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