O Christmas Tree
Tradition: As kids I don't think artificial trees ever existed because we had to suffer the cold, traps through the snow, locate the perfect tree then dad would take out his cross cut saw and cut the tree down. We then my brother and I would have to pull it onto the sleigh and off we would go home with our tree.
(this is beautiful, be sure to watch)
Memory: Mom worked for Tony O'Reily at the Steinberg's in the Westgate Shopping Mall. Steinber's often had more than food and I remember mom bringing home these glass balls for the tree. She set the bag down beside the tree and when dad came home he brought in an arm load of wood and dropped it to the floor and one log bounced and landed on the bag crushing the glass balls. My mother in law gave me glass balls two years ago, they are green, hollowed out in the centre and hand painted, just like the ones that got crushed.
School: As a little girl I was the starlight of my Grandfather, however at school I never felt that way. Every play, or stage performance I always remember jumping up and down in my seat yelling "pick me, pick me" for every part that I never got. This one year, I was chosen to be in the Christmas play. I remember the first practice, I was made to stand over here I looked up at the teacher and she put a finger to her lips that meant shhhh. The night of the Christmas play I was given a big tree to hold and stand behind, yup I got my part in the play, "oh Christmas Tree."
I hope you enjoyed my renditions of Christmas,
Enjoy your weekend, God Bless,