Dear Liza,
We have had our new Christmas tree, Lilly, in the house for more than a week now. We had dashed out before the atmospheric rivers hit to fetch her in nice and dry.
But life got busy and she didn’t get decorated until after dinner on Friday.
We put in the second of our Christmas movies (“Miracle on 34th Street” was first, of course) and got started. The beauty of “White Christmas” is not just the music and comedy, but that we know it so well we can enjoy it by ear.
So, as we listened to Bing, Danny, Rosemary and Vera sing and dance, we got to re-connect with some old friends.
Admiral Nelson and the Eiffel Tower remind us of our travels to England and France, letting us remember the joy of discovery.
Ornaments bought in small shops on Main Street remind us of our old friends in Salinas.
And our oldest ornaments remind me of my Momma, and decorating trees when I was little.
So, when is a tree more than a tree? When it is a collection of memories, old friends, and distant family, all set to music.
Love,
Grandma Judy
Dear Liza 