Momma's snowflakes have been boxed for twenty-two years. This year, I decided to find them and add them to the Christmas tree. I should have laundered and starched them, but if I had that to do, I probably would not have pulled them out . So, impulsively, I just put them on the tree. In her later years, Momma enjoyed an all white tree using white balls, birds, clear lights, and her snowflakes. They bring back such sweet memories of her.
Even Father Kristmas can enjoy a peak at Momma's snowflakes.