Perhaps one of the strangest decorations I can remember hanging in my childhood home around Christmas time was a thick, twisted rope of red yarn.
It hung in the kitchen against the wall like a clothesline, to string up Christmas cards from years and years ago, people whose names I didn’t recognize, but only the “prettiest” cards would make the cut.
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I haven’t a yarn in my apartment, but my snazzy Christmas tree serves as
a hub for all the Christmas cards roomie and I have recieved this year –
and thanks to all who sent us lovely greetings!
As for that red yarn, I sent my glitteriest, prettiest Christmas card this year.
I hope it makes the cut.
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