Last year we started decorating our house in the C9 multi-colored lights a la Charlie Brown Christmas, complete with Santa blow mold on the front porch. We call it going "retro" and it reminds me of my days growing up on North Main.
I only lived there until I was 5 or 6, but my best friend lived there "forever" so I never really left. She lived two doors down. Her mom let me eat Count Chocula and her dad jumped out of planes into his back yard. So definitely cool on any given day.
They would probably laugh at me calling it retro, because I don't think they ever traded out their C9's for the white icicles and inflatable monstrosities that have taken over. And even though I've missed going over in these last few years since we've had kids, I take comfort knowing that everything still looks the exact same...except they did take down the wall checkered in cork and mirrors, which is a bummer.
Let me set the scene:
Widest tree known to man. Almost more like a very tall bush, which it may have been, because it was really hard to see.
First wrap it in more C9s. Not kidding...outdoor lights on the indoor tree. Then I think there may have been ornaments of a popsicle stick nature, but again, hard to see. Blue and silver tinsel roping from the top to bottom, with very little space in between. And top that with the loose "icicle" tinsel. 100 boxes of it.
In case you feel there is a shocking lack of tinsel here...there is more roping from the corners to the middle of the ceiling and blue and silver balls hanging by...trying to picture if it was fishing line or, in fact, more tinsel. I also picture a disco ball hanging down in the center, but I'm pretty sure I'm making that up.
The stockings that hung at their fire place, we're maybe twice as big as mine...but even better, they each had ceramic Santa boots that were also loaded up...and thus my introduction to beef jerky as it's own food group.
And though I wrote this to get a laugh, please know that it makes me all warm inside whenever I think of it.
We’re not going anywhere.
4 days ago
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Tina here to confirm everything that posted above is not fiction... I know because that's my mom's house, AND everything you mentioned remains exactly the same. My little Anna was just yesterday playing with the blue ornaments that her grandpa was getting ready to hang from the ceiling. She does not yet understand that her grandpa's tree is bigger than normal, because we too have inherited the gene that makes us go out and bring the Clark W. Griswold lookalike tree into our home. The only thing we can't do is the 100 boxes of tinsel because our cats are too dumb to realize it's not food. I'm so glad that you remember all that as fondly as I do!!!! Love you, best freind! : )
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