Every Christmas tree has its own story to tell…..
Ours could tell you a thousand tales…..I’m sure yours could too?
That magical instant when a beloved decoration is placed on a branch, that’s the cue for the stories to begin….
“Do you remember when….” we say, or “look at this one, we bought it when….”
Each and everyone of our Christmas tree decorations has a memory of its own.
The ones I inherited from my mother when she emigrated to America…
They are shabby and well loved…..
They are back in fashion, although they are about 50 years old……
The ones that remind me of my childhood…..
These are ceramic with tinkly bells, they came from Hong Kong, given to me by my beloved Nan ….
They are older than me!
Oh yes they are!!
Along comes the next generation…..
My son, when a toddler, called these little girls, in their glass domes ‘Susans’ ….all of them and we have about twelve!
Get the ‘Susans’ out Mum he would screech…?
We never found out why?
His Nan, my Mum now buys him a bauble every year….
My latest one is this stunningly glitzy flamingo….from a dear friend….Guess who?
Yes its from the vanilla Squirrel do have a peep at her beautiful blog and follow along…squirrels love to gather followers in the winter…then in the spring they find they have forgotten where they put them!!
and this one fresh off my hook today, for the 2013 tree.
Seven more sleeps everyone……..
Bestest to you all…..Ho Ho ho!