“There’s nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.” – Erma Bombeck
Mother was never big on holidays or any type of celebrations, really. I remember one Christmas she actually put up a tree display. Her holiday version, a small bare branch from an unspecified tree. On the thrift shop black wooden four-drawer hall table, simplicity stuck firmly in a metal, two-pound ground coffee can. Year after year, the plain branch became beautiful.
My sister and I carefully hang homemade ornaments.
scissors and glue
and cut out paper snowflakes
With sand, a few stabilizing rocks, it became the only Christmas tree I can ever remember. It was not that we were financially poor. My father was a good provider. There must have been other years we had real Christmas trees with every red, gold and silver ornament embracing the branches but only one remains fondly in my memory – the little branch tree. It makes me smile.
breeze of yesterday
jostle the evergreen tree
a broken tradition
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Inspiration from Managua Gunn’s Cabin Fever – LĪGO HAĪBUN quotation prompt challenge. Photo source: Flickr.com
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