When I was a kid we used to love the old decorations that came out every year. They disappeared somewhere along the line as we grew up. In our own family unit we created another set. I loved the gold painted and be-glittered fir cones that we adapted to hang on the tree. Each generation that has come along loves making paper chains and seeing them hung up.
These days I have a small fibre optic tree, but those big family Christmases with a real tree hung with faded baubles - - are cherished memories. I really don't miss falling pine needles and disposing of the tree afterwards though. We still laugh over the tree that was nearly bald by 12th night.
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