Not a Christmas comes and goes that I don’t think about the sagebrush Christmas tree that graced our family’s living room at home in the Cove. (There was the one Christmas we wintered in Phoenix and enjoyed the decorated green tree that Judy ‘won’ from school; and, – oh, what a ‘God-send’ that was, since we saw no sagebrush around, and we wouldn’t have wanted to resort to a Creosote bush!)
To capture our Christmas traditions, I rendered (with lots of help – thank you!) a poem Twas that time in December. This is what I described about that sage Christmas tree:
We treckked through the desert to search a sage ‘tree,
That’s perfect in balance though just three foot three.
When shortening-can planted and carried inside,
The sage smell o’er-powered, but soon did subside.
The lights scattered through its soft grey-green hue,
Made decorating together a fun thing to do.
Now, it’s your turn. What Christmas traditions were unique to the time and place of growing up in the 1950’s – 1960’s?
The collection of stories I put together in Pigtails and Other Tales: Growing up in the 50’s & 60’s is publishing this week. It includes remembering our Christmases in Twas that time in December.
Details coming soon!
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