Thursday, August 7, 2025

Traditions

 

It was the early 1960’s and grandma was talking about what Christmas was like when she was a little girl.

“We’d decorate the tree with mother’s ornaments and father would clip on the candle holders after we took turns with the tinsel. It was so pretty with the candles lit.”

She paused.

“Every morning, at least one family on the street had their tree tossed into the snow in the front yard because it caught fire the night before. I’m glad things are safer now.”

She chuckled and sprinkled the asbestos snow around the centerpiece on the dining room table.




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