|Christmas Morning 1949|
My Dad was in charge putting the lights on the tree. I use to want to help him and I would get right behind him on the step ladder and he would yell at me to get out of the way, and he added, "If I fall you will become an ink spot." Luckily he never fell and I never became an ink spot.
Mom did the fine points of decorating like the ornaments and tinsel. My Mom would get upset if the boys threw the tinsel on. I was usually patient enough to put it one one strand at a time. I don't do tinsel any more, I have cats.
|Christmas Tree 2008|
Christ is the Reason for the Season