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Eva’s Byte #397 – Christmas Boughs
How lovely are thy branches!
Harking back to Christmases of yore, I fondly recall some of the loveliest decorations of all. Those which graced the boughs of live balsam firs or artificial trees which took a stand in front of the living room picture window at my childhood home.
Multicolored string lights: nothing dainty about them, but they glowed and that’s what counts.
Shiny Brites: those delicate, glossy ornaments in tulip shapes and rounds with intricate patterns which shattered so easily.
Tinsel: I never knew a package of “icicles” was considered expensive, and only wealthy families decorated their tree branches with tinsel. Perhaps that’s why my sister and I would try to salvage most of the strands and put them back in the package.
Angel hair: out of the box and onto the boughs, my mother spread it thinly across the branches. Made out of spun glass (fiberglass), it caused her skin to itch. Fast forwarding to today, most stores don’t sell the original stuff anymore.
In my capacity as a writer, I’m drafting chapter 24 (1031 words thus far) of my Contemporary work in progress. My characters are dashing through the Christmas season.
*May the spirit of Christmas shine from the light within our hearts.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
Harking back to Christmases of yore, I fondly recall some of the loveliest decorations of all. Those which graced the boughs of live balsam firs or artificial trees which took a stand in front of the living room picture window at my childhood home.
Multicolored string lights: nothing dainty about them, but they glowed and that’s what counts.
Shiny Brites: those delicate, glossy ornaments in tulip shapes and rounds with intricate patterns which shattered so easily.
Tinsel: I never knew a package of “icicles” was considered expensive, and only wealthy families decorated their tree branches with tinsel. Perhaps that’s why my sister and I would try to salvage most of the strands and put them back in the package.
Angel hair: out of the box and onto the boughs, my mother spread it thinly across the branches. Made out of spun glass (fiberglass), it caused her skin to itch. Fast forwarding to today, most stores don’t sell the original stuff anymore.
In my capacity as a writer, I’m drafting chapter 24 (1031 words thus far) of my Contemporary work in progress. My characters are dashing through the Christmas season.
*May the spirit of Christmas shine from the light within our hearts.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
