My Christmas tree is covered with memories. Some of the ornaments came from my childhood, some from my first Christmas in my own apartment, some gifts, and now some given to my children for their own trees someday. There is a singular golden ball that comes with a story of its own. My mother says that someone (who?) came to visit her grandparents' home when her father was young. It was Christmastime and they had no tree. The guest insisted on giving them a gift of the ball. Were there more? How did their celebrations change after this gift? When I visited my grandmother in the same house as a child, Christmas happened in the front parlor, with a wall sized mirror, the piano and a well decorated tree.
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