Allergic to pine trees as I child, we had an aluminum silver
tree with a color wheel that reflected colors over the tree’s shimmering branches.
Not a pine but served the purpose. Santa left presents under it and we sang
carols around it. Our special ornaments were hung on the tree along with candy
canes and blue, green and red balls.
These days, you can’t tell the real trees from the
artificial. Our seven foot tree with large
sweeping boughs to the ground is put up the day after Thanksgiving. Since
the Blue Spruce is artificial, no problems with pine needles and drying out. (If
you look close at the picture, you can see Taco in front of the tree on a perch
with Mystic looking on.)
Our tree will never be a fancy designer tree with matching babbles and bows, but it is decorated with years of love. Ornaments range from Keepsake Frosty Friends, to handmade ones by friends and family. I’d guess there are over 150 ornaments we hang every year while reminiscing where the decoration came from and playing Christmas carols, joined by our parrot, Taco, dog, Mystic, and turtle, Sammie. (Pictured is Taco in front of our very large Christmas Cactus just before she bit off several blooms.) LOL A relaxing and memorable start to our sometimes crazy Christmas season.
Homemade candy is another scrumptious and fun tradition.
Fantasy Fudge, Divinity and my all-time favorite Beaver Dams. What are Beaver Dams you ask? Simple and tasty. Take a 12 oz. package of butterscotch chips,
melt them in a double boiler, stir in half-package of crispy Chow Mein Noodles
and one-half can (about 8 oz) of cocktail peanuts. Stir until all ingredients
are covered with butterscotch. Spoon the concoction onto foil and let set. They
look like beaver dams, thus the name. They
taste fantastic.
Wishing you love and laughter all of your days!
A peek at my upcoming release (12-9-19) CHARM ME AGAIN. Daylan,
a warlock, is being haunted, but what the ghost wants is a mystery. His magical
powers bring him no closer to an answer—until he encounters Josie, a Yoga
instructor.
But when she is
kidnapped by an ancient Fae Warrior set on revenge Daylan must rescue her
before the rogue claims her as his own. During his quest, his world spirals out
of control, and a devastating curse comes to light. Could the ghost hold the
answers he needs?
Can he break the age-old
curse to save Josie and their future, or will Daylan lose her forever?
Snippet –
A huge evergreen wreath adorned the
solid wooden carved door. This is
different, I don’t remember mother decorating the front door for Christmas.
Josie fingered the pine bough decoration while standing on the steps of her
parent’s mansion in Evergreen, Colorado. It had been a long time. A few huge
storybook snowflakes landed on her dark eyelashes and melted in her hair while
others fluttered to the ground around her. Her hand poised to knock, she blew
out a breath. “I can’t do this.” She turned to Daylan, who stood supportively
beside her.
1 comment:
Yum! I've added this recipe to my list this season, Tena! Thanks for sharing!
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