"Jingle balls, jingle balls..."

Two widder' wimmin aren't terribly inclined to do a lot of decorating for the holidays...you have to take it all DOWN, you know. But we braved the spiders in the attic (at least Mom did - I stayed down below to catch) and uncovered some real Christmas treasures.


These old balls, some dating to the 1930's or so, were too precious to risk falling off a tree - assuming we even put up a tree - so they were given a place of honor in glass bowls, to show off their antique beauty.

The first bowl has balls dating at least 62 years because Mom remembers her older sister giving some of them to her just before I was born. The second bowl has a collection from a local Grange that Mom and Dad belonged to for umpteen years. When the Grange folded a numberof years ago, Mom managed to glom onto these, rather than see them in the garbage bins.


We do have a Christmas tree. I found it amusing to hang starched crocheted and tatted snowflakes (from my sister and several family friends over the years) on the fiber optic tree - which is "fake", of course. The juxtaposition of old and new tickled my fancy!

This little guy started life as a Halloween Ghost. But with a few buttons, a little stocking hat and a fancy ribbon, he doubles as a Snowman. Ummm - not so close to the fire, there, Frosty...




Last but not least, some cedar with cones and sprigs of holly threaded on a honeysuckle vine wreath (made from Mom's honeysuckle vines which were a family heirloom) are a cheery greeting for visitors as they come on the porch. They can even ring the bells, instead of knocking. We're all about multi-tasking!

So there you have it. Christmas decor, a la the Scrooge grammas.

Oh, I almost forgot. We did hang a few colorful balls on the elk antlers by the fireplace...
they don't look as tacky as it sounds.