Regardless of the disarray around the house, I got the Christmas tree decorated. There was no fanfare, no music, no cookies, no helpers. It simply got done. A pause occurred when I drove down to the post office and another when I prepared some dinner. It started as a chore and ended up, as Christmas trees always do, magical.
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This plastic snowman and strands of mercury beads belonged to my Uncle Dan and Aunt Catherine. I was given them in the 1980's when they passed away. I treasure them so much that I began searching for old ornaments ever since. They remind me of the Christmases of my childhood.
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This is one of the ugliest artificial tree I have ever seen. I recall the disappointment I felt when I opened my box from Balsam Hill three years ago. It is pure plastic. HOWEVER, the Charlie Brown Christmas Tree magic is real. We love this tree in our bedroom.
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