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December, 2001


Originally from Moments by Valerie, a collection of memories (1961-1983), written in 1986 and presented to Larry on their first anniversary.

Vicky, Val and Krikit, Christmas, 1965

When I was little, the most special thing about Christmas was not Santa Claus, or gifts (almost, but not quite), or even the songs and TV specials. My particular attraction was the holiday lights. I loved sitting in our darkened living room with the glow of colored lights blinking or just radiating from the tree. The best light we had was a large 4-colored wheel that slowly turned in front of a spotlight. The glittering tree, as well as the unusual shadows on the ceiling and walls would gradually change from red to gold to green then to blue, with all the variations in between for a split second as the next color approached. Tinsel, shiny tree ornaments, and even icicles were all designed simply to give the lights a better stage on which to perform.