Yes, I am still showing you some left-over Christmas pics. Well, technically they are not left-over since I never shared during December.
Two opposite images in this little display,
but both with special meaning.
Years ago I was helping my grandparents move into
a house closer to my mother.
My grandfather, notorious for throwing away "treasures",
already had the trash cans full.
Of course, I did dumpster (trash can) diving.
In it, I found this little hand-made book.
The little book is a
hand-written by my grandfather
when he was 11 years old.
There are nine hand-scribed-single-spaced pages!
It is an 11 year old boys version of the
real meaning of Christmas!
It is a priceless treasure, saved from the trash.
Not only did my grandfather write the story,
he had cut and decorated the cover.
Remember, this was long before little machines cut out images!
My granddad laughed at me for getting this out of the trash
and saving it.
He saw absolutely no value in it.
I find it more valuable than the presents
the wise men delivered!
The other special item on the table is
the cute little Santa card.
My daughter Annie spent last Christmas
in the Christmas Village, Bernkastel, Germany.
See how the buildings in the
background of the Santa picture
mimick the real village?
The picture is really a
notecard, blank on the inside.
But I knew as soon as she gave it to me,
that I wanted to frame it.
I think it is just adorable.
It makes me think that the
Santa's are all conferring...
perhaps about the
naughty and nice list!
Isn't it wonderful how something as simple as
pieces of paper
can tug our heartstrings?