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The Christmas Tree
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Christmas
draws near. The fragrance of fir-branches fills the house, the
sparkle of lights catches the eye; we count the days one by one. We
pretend that our tree has been caught under a snowfall of great
flakes as large across as a cake or a halo. The ornaments we hang on
the boughs are brightly coloured and toy-like. Joy is always full of
beauty, but it is not always serious. So we have a camel, thinking
of the Wise Men on their long, expectant journey across the desert;
and an angel in a gold robe, announcing the birth of the child who is
God; and a sheep for the shepherds, the ones who saw an open heaven
and the choirs singing eternal glory. Then we have other little
figures with no significance except happiness and cheer... We know
that our tiny decorations, our songs, our twinkling lights, cannot
express the splendor of the world of Christmas. They only express
our happiness in its reality, and in the presence of that reality
with us - every day, but perhaps more closely felt, more rich and
more dear to us now as we hold to the light in the darkness, to the
songs in the night, to a sudden glimpse of the eternal.
Snowflakes
and ornaments, except for the glass soldier Sandro and the glass
pendants, are my handwork.
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The Angel
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The Camel
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The Sheep
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Sandro and Little Dancer
The glass soldier is from Italy. Other decorations are my own.
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The Red Globe
Glass from Roumania.
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Snowfall and Ornaments
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Blue Glass and Palm-tree Snowflake
Glass from Roumania
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Christmas Tree and Snowflakes
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Snowstorm
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Christmas Tree
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