Picking out the tree

Our family celebrates Christmas and Hanukkah; some Christmas days come and we have the menorah lit along with the tree. We serve beef with popovers and potato pancakes. We give gifts all around. It’s our way of including everyone, family members, in-laws, and friends alike.

When we were first married, I was in a quandary about a tree. My husband, who is Jewish, didn’t care whether we had a tree or not; it was up to me, he said. I didn’t want to make a fuss and have a big tree. It seemed symbolic of excluding him. So we’d go through December until the very last day, December 24, when I’d suddenly decide to get a tree — a small one — after all. And this meant driving for miles because by that time all the local trees had been scooped up. And usually it meant that we’d end up with a large and scraggly one.

Never mind. We’d decorate it and light it. And enjoy it all together.

xmas 22

Here we are, headed home with the tree. We never actually owned a Citroen, but I like to think we would have enjoyed driving one. It’s a block print made with four colors.

Welcome to my blog where I write about the art and craft of my business.My goal is to make beautiful things, to make art part of everyday life, and to make my friends and family smile. Not necessarily in that order.

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