A Writer’s Twelve Days of Christmas

 
Today marks the first of Twelve Days of Christmas . 

As a child I wondered whose Christmas was twelve days long. Mine was one day and one alone. The famous tune is known as a cumulative song, so why not a cumulative blog? 

The First Day of Christmas

On the First Day of Christmas my true love gave to me a partridge in a pear tree. Hmm. Pear trees don’t grow outside my back door. Nor would I know what to do with a partridge. 

But I’ve set up a Christmas tree or two in 70 years of life. The earliest tree in my memory wore a frock of silver icicles. Beneath her petticoats lay treasures galore: a china tea set, a dolly in a carriage, and a rocker of my own.

However, what dangled in her boughs like partridges in pear trees were bright ornaments galore. I recall their shapes. Their colors. And their textures. 

Matter of fact, I’ve saved a few.

One brings to mind a far-off star that came to Earth when a certain Prince was born.

 

 

Then there’s the pink one for the dolly’s blanket. 

 

 

 

 

And ribbon candy.

 

 

And a blue norther.

 

 

 

Not partridges. Nor a pear tree. But symbols, all the same … of true love–my parents’ and God’s. No partridge or pear tree can compare.

Tomorrow we’ll look at what the Second Day of Christmas brings to mind. Think turtle doves. 

Stay tuned … and join in! Let’s see what we can come up with in twelve days. 

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