I have so many memories of Christmases gone by. I am sure we all do. Mine are particularly strong this year.
I grew up in a small town in New Jersey. We moved from Brooklyn to our apartment when I was three years old. I think that first Christmas there is really my first memory of the tree. My sister and I shared a room. I knew there was much activity going on in the living room. My father let me have a peek at the tree but cautioned that I would have to get to sleep so that Santa could come. We put out cookies and milk of course. The lighting was magical to me.
The tree was my mother’s job because it had to be done a certain way. My Dad would put the lights on. My mother would do the ornaments and then the rain….one strand at a time wrapped carefully around each branch. As the evening wore on the strands would get clumped together and if my father ended up helping, handfuls would be tossed from afar. The front of the tree was always perfect.
Notice the single strands of “rain” on the tree.
One of my favorite trees was the one with my village around the base.
A little vignette for the coffee table. Lace snowflakes and ornaments to be tied to packages.
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