Three years ago, I started a series on personal Christmas memories. Here are all the previous installments: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 5.1, 6, 7, 8 and 9. Some are sad, some are funny, but they are all very special to me.
Round these parts, we’re “famous” for a certain type of decoration. Friends bring their little ones over and every year we’re stopped in the grocery store and asked if we did it again.
It all started with this one little man, less than six inches tall, purchased at Homeplace in Five Points, Athens, GA. He was our first and graced our little mantle in our little house for our first Christmas together. His sweet face hasn’t changed a bit. His little bell still tinkles, so we know it’s him when we unwrap him. The kids always ask – which one was first? Who is the fattest? Where’s the Irish one? Where’s the Mickey Mouse one? Where’s the Lego one? Where’s the bug-eyed one? Over the years we added a few here and there.
Politically incorrect ones (can you find him?)
All shapes and sizes and varieties and costumes and nationalities. There are even two from Russia. Yes, I’d say we added just a few… some are handmade, some from the dime store, some were brought back from trips, some given by friends, some were expensive, some for five-for-a-dollar. There are so many now, they spill forth from our extra-large mantle to the hearth, the tree, the window sills, tables and even a clock.
Every year, this little man and his band of merry-makers bring JOY.
Merry Christmas and God bless us, every one.