"When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things - not the greatest occasions - give off the greatest glow of happiness." ~ Bob Hope
One of my most vivid memories as a child is of a small ceramic Christmas tree that my grandmother had sitting on a curio cabinet in the family room. Something about it always enchanted me and I would stand right beside it, with it being about eye level, admiring the lights and the glimmer it cast on the glass of the cabinets. I also remember reaching up to touch it, to put my little finger on one of the bright lights, and hearing "Don't you touch that!" coming out of my mom's mouth. When she would be out of the room, I would sneak up to it, have my finger raised towards the tree and she must have had some crazy voodoo sense and I would hear her yelling at me from the other room.
Last year, I was feeling nostalgic and wanted to use it in my house. My aunt found it for me and passed it along. It needed a lot of work, but I put it out anyway. When decorating earlier this month, I was bound and determined to fix it up, but couldn't find the lights anywhere. Just when I was about to give up, Eric's mom and I found some in a craft store on Black Friday.
This afternoon, I removed all the lights. No small feat, which included a pair of pliers, nail polish remover, and a few band aids. Don't ask!
A few hours later, I was finished and found myself staring at the little tree, just like when I was a child. I am not usually materialistic, but what a blessing it is to have something from generations past that was treasured, loved, and holds precious memories that will hopefully be saved and shared with generations to come.
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