Patty doesn’t like to give up on something, once she starts: so she finally did figure out how to post a picture of our Christmas tree, and here it is. It’d be much nicer if we ever had any sunlight coming in through our windows, but that’s been very hard to come by lately.
The Elf on top used to sit on my Grammy’s Christmas tree, at least 50 years ago. And the lights are from my Grandpa’s store that he had in the 1930s–and they all still work.
I have just finished decorating our Christmas tree, and a fair piece of the living room, too. Even when we set up the tree in its stand the day before, it’s still a two-hour job. My father used to do it all on Christmas Eve, start to finish, after us kids were sent to bed. We’d come down exceedingly early on Christmas morning, and there would be the fully-decorated tree standing in the living room, with wrapped presents under it.
It’s such a big job because we have so many ornaments, all if them family heirlooms going back many years. I know the story behind each and every one of them. The important thing is to remember the loved ones who gave them to us, because they’ve all passed on by now, not many of us left. Because Jesus Christ is come in the flesh, we know we can trust God’s promises: we know we will all be reunited in His kingdom, and enjoy eternal life.
We wanted to take a picture of our tree and post it here, but haven’t yet discovered how to do it. Patty thought she knew, but wasn’t able to pull it off. Well, we may yet find out: I’m not about to take the tree down just after I put it up.
Next stop: our traditional Christmas Eve dinner–roast duck.
This video comes from the security camera in an official newspaper office, so you know it’s got to be real because real newspapers never, ever do fake news.
We have an elf just like this one, an heirloom from my grammy, and his job is to sit on top of our Christmas tree. Now we can wonder what he gets up to when we go to bed! Although with two cats in the apartment, he has to be careful.
Some years ago my old Ballantine paperback edition of Tarzan at the Earth’s Core mysteriously vanished. Now it seems clear: the elf got it. Lazy cats, letting him do a thing like that…