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Writer's Block: Spreading the cheer
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Yes. I have discovered through sad experience that I need a Christmas tree. These days it's a five-foot-tall artificial tree, bought for emergencies the year after I was physically unable to put up a real one and thus had that sad experience. Funny how every year after that has been an "emergency" [wry g], because I haven't bought a real tree since. If I want the smell of evergreen I just have to step out my back door, anyway.
I buy new ornament(s) every year. This year's was a round silver bell (like a sleigh bell) about two inches in diameter etched with Christmas trees. The tree's getting a bit crowded after seventeen years of this, but it makes for a nicely eclectic collection. I also have some bells that started out life on my parents' tree before I was born, and a number of ornaments I cross stitched years and years ago. As well as a couple of ornaments that were given to me.
I have an artificial wreath for the front door, too, but this year my friend L's grandson was making and selling swags to raise money for camp next summer, so I bought and put up one of those instead.
I also have a bunch of cross-stitched Santas that I put up every year. Seven to be precise. Six of them are "ethnic" -- Father Frost (my Barrayaran Santa, although he's supposed to be Russian [g]), Pere Noel, Sinter Klaas, etc. The other one is your basic American Santa.
Last but not least, I have a set of china figurines -- four angels with musical instruments and four choirboys. Like the heirloom bells, these are older than I am. My mother, when she started downsizing stuff like this a few years ago, sent them and the bells to me. I put them on top of my TV armoire every year to keep them out of reach of the cats. They're rather overtly Christian for this person who is an ex-Christian and tends to celebrate Yule rather than Christmas, but they bring back good childhood memories. They have names. I wrote each name with felt tip on the bottom of each figurine back when I was about seven.
I guess I'm just lucky. I've lived with eight different cats in my lifetime. None of them [crosses fingers in hopes of not jinxing myself] has ever done more than knock the occasional ornament off the tree.
I usually put my decorations up about the second week in December and take them down a day or two after Christmas. Both activities usually take place to the sounds of televised football in the background.
Yes. I have discovered through sad experience that I need a Christmas tree. These days it's a five-foot-tall artificial tree, bought for emergencies the year after I was physically unable to put up a real one and thus had that sad experience. Funny how every year after that has been an "emergency" [wry g], because I haven't bought a real tree since. If I want the smell of evergreen I just have to step out my back door, anyway.
I buy new ornament(s) every year. This year's was a round silver bell (like a sleigh bell) about two inches in diameter etched with Christmas trees. The tree's getting a bit crowded after seventeen years of this, but it makes for a nicely eclectic collection. I also have some bells that started out life on my parents' tree before I was born, and a number of ornaments I cross stitched years and years ago. As well as a couple of ornaments that were given to me.
I have an artificial wreath for the front door, too, but this year my friend L's grandson was making and selling swags to raise money for camp next summer, so I bought and put up one of those instead.
I also have a bunch of cross-stitched Santas that I put up every year. Seven to be precise. Six of them are "ethnic" -- Father Frost (my Barrayaran Santa, although he's supposed to be Russian [g]), Pere Noel, Sinter Klaas, etc. The other one is your basic American Santa.
Last but not least, I have a set of china figurines -- four angels with musical instruments and four choirboys. Like the heirloom bells, these are older than I am. My mother, when she started downsizing stuff like this a few years ago, sent them and the bells to me. I put them on top of my TV armoire every year to keep them out of reach of the cats. They're rather overtly Christian for this person who is an ex-Christian and tends to celebrate Yule rather than Christmas, but they bring back good childhood memories. They have names. I wrote each name with felt tip on the bottom of each figurine back when I was about seven.
I guess I'm just lucky. I've lived with eight different cats in my lifetime. None of them [crosses fingers in hopes of not jinxing myself] has ever done more than knock the occasional ornament off the tree.
I usually put my decorations up about the second week in December and take them down a day or two after Christmas. Both activities usually take place to the sounds of televised football in the background.