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Holiday Trees

Your assignment, BFE'ers was to send a picture of your Christmas tree to be posted after the Holidays.  As you know from past posts our trees growing up were a reflection of the art and artistry of our mother.  I even remember a foil tree that swiveled but this could have been someone else's, I'm not sure.  My Wombie who graciously corrects my mistakes on this blog, has a steal vault-like memory so I'm sure he'll let me know.  Anyway, here are your submissions and thanks to those of you who played along.

The tree is no small holiday fixture.  It is the center of our being for however long it stays up.  It represents the best time of the year, and is a symbol of our hope and happiness for our families as well as a work of art for the neighbors.  We who have gone artificial through the years have to keep reinventing out trees, to keep it from becoming stale and monotonous.  Different color schemes, location, different accouterments, perhaps.  Some get new ornaments each year, with familial significance.  Others keep it the same, the familiar becomes the tradition.

Here, then are our trees.




This is the tree in the St. Petersburg Pier.


Mark and Holly Blythe


City of St. Petersburg, Straub Park



 

The Blythe's, the Flamingo is mine.


The Sutors, and that's Johnnie Lynn Sutor.


Marvin and Janine Thirtyacre




Tim and Carrie Stage


Sherry and Sean Godsil



Nate Cleer


The Barton's


The Barton's tree from the outside.  This is a picture Andrea posted on Facebook and there was some discussion if this was pretty or scary.  My vote?  Definitely pretty.


Thanks for your pictures.  All of the trees are beautiful and I appreciate your playing along.

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