Unlike Scrooge, I do not call mine 'Ghost of Christmas Past'. I call mine the ghosts of Christmas. I have many ghosts that haunt me and not just at Christmas time. So, it stands to reason that at Christmas time, I would just have more ghosts. I have a recurring dream that a ghost lives in my back bedroom. It is a room I rarely go in so pretty much he lives there undisturbed. In my dreams, he is not scarey. He is nice and friendly and just crops up from time to time. Obviously, he is a part of myself as are all of my ghosts even these ghosts depicted here. Rudolph and Frosty are a part of me. Memories of a banana seat bicycle are part of me. The ghost that haunts me most is the aluminum tree. I still vividly remember being with my mom when she bought our aluminum tree with pink ornaments. It was
so 60's. I feel perfectly at home with ghosts because I am a ghost myself...the ghost of the woman I always wanted to be. But like I said, I do not mind ghosts.
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I love your ghosts, Cindy! We always had "real" trees at Xmas (and what a pain in the patookus THOSE were, although they smelled good!); I think I would have loved the aluminum tree. I do share your bike ghost, though. Mine was a Schwinn "Purple Lady" with sparkly streamers coming from the handles, and the banana seat had glitter in it! (I think it explains a lot, really.)
Hope your holiday was merry and bright!
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