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There is magic in the air as the ornaments on a Christmas tree speak |
The ornaments begin to speak, each in its turn intoning a memory of Christmas past. I listen as a silver bell rings out the joy of It's a Wonderful Life and Clarence Odbody receiving his wings; I remember how Grandpa loved that movie and watched it every year on his black and white T.V. I laugh as a tiny faux snowman sings Frosty the Snowman and attempts to dance off of the tree; I continue to laugh remembering Grandma's voice as she sing along with the record playing on her Victrola. I cry as the angel on top of the tree recites the Christmas story in a voice resembling the voices of my mother and father combined. |