I remember my aunt having the most beautiful Christmas tree ever.
I was probably 10 or so when my family traveled to St. Petersburg, Fla., for a Christmas vacation.
We walked into my aunt’s house, happy to be out of the car for awhile. And there, just inside the door, was the biggest and brightest tree I had ever seen. There were blue bulbs and baubles hanging from the boughs.
The boughs, yes the boughs.
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