Happy December! This is my parent’s Christmas tree. Growing up, it always looked pretty much like this. But, you can’t see why it’s so special. I have to tell you…
The tree and one ornament spoke! The tree’s voice was low and grumpy. He was always mad about something. Either he needed a drink, or Santa was being too nice to us kids. Mean old tree! Santa’s voice was high and squeaky. I loved Santa! He told us not to listen, especially when the tree told us, repeatedly, we were getting only coal for Christmas. (We never did!) Looking back, Santa and that tree were the best part of Christmas. They spoke loud and proud as long as I believed.
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Here’s this year’s tree, all lit up. I love it! Mostly because of the ornaments. All my favorites are here, the ones my kids made at school, the ones my schoolkids gave me, and the ones I picked out. I used to buy a new ornament every year. Not any more, there’s no room! Now I look at my tree and see memories. If you look closely, you’ll see my Santa. He was one of the first ones I bought. Unfortunately, neither this tree or Santa talk, but I have great memories of the ones that did. And best of all, our family presents are already waiting for Christmas morning under the tree. Merry Christmas!
PS- If you’d like to share a picture of your tree, you’ll have to email it to me. Evidently the comment section doesn’t allow for pictures.
When I write, I can only have one voice in my head, mine. A little noise is fine. But too much, or worse yet, WORDS, and I must change rooms or pull out headphones. Then I can write on!