When I was growing up we didn’t have grand and glorious decorations all over our house. We may have had a string of lights on the garage and a Christmas tree, but we didn’t have a lot of money to buy a lot of decorations for Christmas table settings. Even then our house was beautiful thanks to my mother’s creativity and ingenuity.
She would send us out into the yard to gather acorns, colorful leaves, red pyracantha berry sprigs, small branches from bushes and trees, etc. Everything could be turned into the most beautiful, natural decorations. We would go to the tree lot and ask for any discarded branches they had cut off trees which added the beautiful aroma of pine to the house. My brothers would climb into our huge oak trees and cut down mistletoe which became gifts for our family friends when tied with red yarn.