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What I like about Christmas

Christ is the reason for the season. It's all about the celebrating the birth of my savior. It's not about presents.

The only other part of Christmas that is special to me, is about how certain decorations inspire memories in my heart.

I have many ornaments from my own childhood. I remember putting them on the tree with my Mom, how carefully she picked them out, and how carefully she decorated. She took forever to put the lights on the tree, it used to drive my brother and I mad, waiting for her to be done.

My Mom toll painted. She started after she was ill. So it was very hard for her to keep up with the class, and frankly her classmates weren't very nice about it. I do not know why, but the other women seemed to look down upon her, or maybe they just feared illness. Whatever the reason, it was their loss, not knowing her.



This tree was painted by her, it's not finished. It's one of the most special Christmas items I have, second only to the Angel tree topper we picked out together. I'll save that for a later post.



She painted this heart, actually it was a whole set of hearts that was supposed to hang on a larger board that you could change for each season. I've given some away over the years, to people that helped me, other ladies who at different times were like a mom to me when I needed it. I hope they still remember those, maybe they do, maybe they don't but I do.

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