The Amazing Thing About Christmas Trees

     Babci (Bopchee: Polish for Grandma) lived with us until she passed away in 1984. I was 17 years old.  One of my sweetest memories of her is the way she decorated her Christmas tree each and every year.
     Not sure where it ever went.  It seems like it disappeared around the time that she did.  But it was a small white plastic tree.  And every year she would break out her old cookie tins and dig inside.  Ribbons of every color she pulled out.  Her hands were old and arthritic, but faithfully did the work.
     I wish I had a picture to post, but I can only describe what is so vivid in my memory.  A Christmas tree like no other I have seen.  Completely covered in colorful ribbons and bows.  Absolutely happy and charming and delightful.
     And so, I guess I blame it on Babci that my tree is a hodgepodge of everything.  It is the one object that looks better and better as you pile more clutter onto it--lovingly, though.
Have a Merry Christmas.  Remember what it's all about.  And pile lots of stuff onto your tree.

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