This week I'm joining Memory Monday over at Retired Not Tired. Each week she provides a writing prompt. (Next week is My Husband.) Why not head over and share your memories?
Christmas Memories
A round rubber Santa tree topper. Our Christmas tree wasn't the same when ole Santa dry-rotted after 20 years? and was replaced by a white, lacy Angel with yellowy tea lights. Santa wasn't even REALLY a tree topper, but a toy that I fondly remember growing up. "He" was attached to the top with a piece of glittery, tinsel-type garland, a different color each year. And I never got a picture of "him"...
I searched and searched on-line, but could only find something SIMILAR our Santa of the '70s. Perhaps he was one of a kind?
But even more special was the times when my younger sister Jenny and I would lay down in front of the tree while the lights flashed on and off in no particular pattern and the livingroom was dark. We would dream about what Santa and our Mom and Dad would bring us for presents as the colors danced on the ceiling above. It didn't matter that for years there was no carpet and we were laying on a cold, linoleum floor.
Merry Christmas!
Christmas Memories
A round rubber Santa tree topper. Our Christmas tree wasn't the same when ole Santa dry-rotted after 20 years? and was replaced by a white, lacy Angel with yellowy tea lights. Santa wasn't even REALLY a tree topper, but a toy that I fondly remember growing up. "He" was attached to the top with a piece of glittery, tinsel-type garland, a different color each year. And I never got a picture of "him"...
I searched and searched on-line, but could only find something SIMILAR our Santa of the '70s. Perhaps he was one of a kind?
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But even more special was the times when my younger sister Jenny and I would lay down in front of the tree while the lights flashed on and off in no particular pattern and the livingroom was dark. We would dream about what Santa and our Mom and Dad would bring us for presents as the colors danced on the ceiling above. It didn't matter that for years there was no carpet and we were laying on a cold, linoleum floor.
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Merry Christmas!
Fun memories! So sorry that Santa didn't withstand the test of time :(
ReplyDeleteWell, ole Santa was bound to dry rot sooner or later. It did grow up with us though!
DeleteWonderful memories and as children we can better withstand the cold.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely! I could never be down on that floor now...even with blankets! LOL
DeleteIt was an easier search for my pictures from the internet. I was surprised I could find a before and after picture. I too would not be on a bare floor for warm memories at my age!
ReplyDeletemy mom always had this beautiful angel when I was growing up. and I would do the same thing as you - lay on the floor, gazing up through the lights at her lovely lit face. It's funny the things our minds can recall. Our tree has a star - because that's what my kids wanted. I kinda miss the angel.
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