Now for the Christmas tree. Although it really isn't a tree, it's a bush. I remember one year Aunt Tina decorated a small tree for Dr. Markwald's family. They had never had one because they were Jewish. I guess she just felt that since everyone else had one they should too so she delivered it completely decorated to their front door and called it a Hanukkah bush. Actually I decorated my "tree" on the first day of Hanukkah, so who knows. The straw star on the top I've used for years. I got it from the Swedish family that I stayed with in the summer of 1963. The feathers are from all over. Some from England and Holland, some from Granville, but most from around here. I have an owl feather and a red hawk feather among them. I bought the bush last Christmas with the intent of planting it in the yard after the holidays. I just couldn't decide where I wanted it so I brought it back inside. It is sitting on a bar stool which is covered with a piece of Christmas fabric.
22 December, 2008
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Oh Christmas bush, oh Christmas bush, how lovely are thy feathers...
Hmmm...Have to say tiny bit strange. Oh feathery tree oh feathery tree how brightly striped are thee..
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