Few things cause me to be more nostalgic than Christmas. My childhood memories of Christmas are
vivid, sweet, and special.
During those splendid years circa 1968, I loved, loved, loved our aluminium tree, which was always adorned with red ornaments.
The magic really happened when this little device
was turned on, slowly illuminating the sparkling silver tree with
shades of red, green, blue, and yellow.
It was especially cool to lay on the floor underneath
the tree and look up
through all the glistening branches as they were awash with the mechanical rainbow.
Many ornaments and trinkets have come and gone,
but here are some that I fondly remember:
Seems like these little chenille pipe-cleaner-esque
santas decorated wrapped presents.
This jolly ornament had a soft cottony beard.
There was an elf or two just like this one in our Christmas box
that my brother and I played with year after year.
The beauty of these things are their simplicity and the happy memories they evoke.