I remember lying on my back under my grandmother’s tree with my cousins watching big bubble lights through the tree. It was always a large fat tree with traditional ornaments collected over the years. The fresh cut tree smell was as good as the visuals. There was always a coconut under the tree that they told us little kids was a Santa Clause egg. It was an exotic treat and tradition my grandfather started. On Christmas day the coconut was cracked open and shredded on a white coconut cake. I take a memory trip back in time every time I see one.
This year we moved into a larger house that will allow me and the little grands to decorate several trees. When I told them the plan they became very excited. We started decorating Thanksgiving day with a woodland tree in the den. It stands in an old cotton stuffed galvanized wash tub, with tufts of cotton and shredded snow, dozens of birds and bird houses on it. I especially love the little birds that look like finches.Girl grand picked out an angel that could hold a bird for the topper. Last we picked out some woodsy snowmen, big pine cones and another birdhouse to place under the tree with a couple of large toys and gift boxes. When it was done I reveled in seeing the grands lying under the tree giggling happily and singing Christmas songs.
Do you put up a tree? What are your favorite tree stories?I am participating in a Country Christmas Blog Tour and you are invited to attend. Last week we gave a glimpse back at some of our Christmas Pasts that you can see here. To take a tour of this weeks posts click on the other participating tours below.
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