There is something about a flocked Christmas tree that I just love. I remember when I was around 8 years old, mom and dad decided to "splurge" and go for the flocked tree from our nearest over-priced nursery. Now the process of getting it home with flocking still intact, placing it in our living room, and decorating it with all our ornaments and lights was quite a messy fiasco. But that tree lives in our family history and comes up every Christmas season when someone inevitably says, "remember that year we had that flocked tree? That was my favorite." And I have to agree. That tree, when all lit up at night, was magical. We could almost imagine we were having a dreamy white christmas in Alabama.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
White Christmas
There is something about a flocked Christmas tree that I just love. I remember when I was around 8 years old, mom and dad decided to "splurge" and go for the flocked tree from our nearest over-priced nursery. Now the process of getting it home with flocking still intact, placing it in our living room, and decorating it with all our ornaments and lights was quite a messy fiasco. But that tree lives in our family history and comes up every Christmas season when someone inevitably says, "remember that year we had that flocked tree? That was my favorite." And I have to agree. That tree, when all lit up at night, was magical. We could almost imagine we were having a dreamy white christmas in Alabama.
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