 | | 2023-12-15 14:56
From blog Bleu Avenue
Make the Holidays Count
If all the Christmases I spent as a child, there are two that stand out to me more than all the others. The first was unremarkable and that's why it stands out. Each year my mother, dragged our plastic tree covered in ever-yellowing clods of fake snow down from the attic along with several boxes of ornaments that ranged from a baby's first Christmas globe in era appropriate shades of 1970s browns and oranges to heirloom baubles from her own childhood. There were garlands of shiny beads in red, pink, silver, and gold and hand crocheted stockings featuring Santa, (which was always my dad's), a snowman, (always my brother's), and two with strawberries of all...
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