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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