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by Lorraine McCrimmon » Thu Jan 08, 2015 2:00 pm
Such a lovely poem , Zondra , many same memories there as well, we only ever had a real tree of pine
and one year , the christmas tree lights were of coloured glass , we had an autistic cousin who came
along one year and my mum unscrewd one light and scrapped of the colour for her to enjoy looking at it
Thanks for sharing