Originally Posted by VeraBlue
Years ago, in the house I grew up in...my mother had a set of lifelike victorian carolers that she showcased on her bay windowsill during the christmas season. After I put up the christmas tree this afternoon we all exchanged our christmas gifts for each other. Their gift to me arrived in the mail about 10 days ago and I've held the box until tonight. I opened the box cafefully since my dad had written the word 'fragile' on it. Couldn't guess what it was. I cried like a little girl when I unwrapped each of those carolers from my childhood. Marianne said 'I wanted to give them to you from my warm hands, not cold hands' and I knew what she meant. We cried a bit more, for all the good memories we've always shared and the bittersweet thought that after tonight, they are only here for one more night.
The tree looks beautiful, just like my parents.
Thanks for posting that, Vera. Reminds me I should send my Nativity to my niece. It's an heirloom that was made by my Godmother and a dear friend from the church where I grew up, but I haven't put it out in years. Kristin has two little boys, and it would be lovely under their tree.....