BEADED ICICLES
My son loved the shiny crystal beads. We made beaded icicles
when he was little. He did not like to color or paint, but he could string beads
with the best of them. He made a beaded garland that was several feet of beads.
He probably created twenty five beaded icicles all together. His trees looked
completely different from my daughters.
We found lights that played carols one year. They were red
bells that blinked with the music like strobe lights. They looked awesome on
the tree, red and shiny. If you didn’t get the two strings timed in sync, they
would raise a cacophony that you can’t imagine. One of the group of carols
would be slightly behind the other, like an echo. My husband swore that the
‘blinking lights would cause seizures’ for anyone who looked at them.
Well, okay, they were fun for awhile. Finally, they squeaked
their last carol, and were sent to the dust bin where Christmas lights go when
they are no longer useful. I have to admit I was recently tempted by a group of
shiny pine cone lights that advertised ‘plays five carols’, but that would mean
I would have to commit to putting up a Christmas tree. So I resisted the
tempting and beautifully shiny little things. I haven’t reached that stage of
Christmas fever yet.
I don't put up a tree either. That's strange, considering how important it was to me as a younger person. I love to see all the variety of trees. I would really like for you to do reviews on my books. How do you go about the process?
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