December 10, 2006
My grandparents’ house was always wonderful, but it was most magical at Christmastime. My grandmother believed in decorating – the old fashion style, not the outside, over-the-top kind – and the tree was the star of the parlor that time of year. The parlor was only ever used for company and the Christmas tree. When it was decorated and lit, my grandparents would throw open the double pocket doors that separated the parlor from the living/dining area we normally used, and the tree was revealed in all its glory. We gasped in delight at its bright, festive beauty, every year.