World War II snowball ornament made by my father's step-mother.
A lot of the snow has fallen off and the general appearance is dingy. But it wouldn't be a tree-trimming without the snowball and the retelling of family history, with a digression into American resourcefulness. Then the talk will usually jump to the aging golden glass ball with the letter "R" painted on; all that is left of the MERRY CHRISTMAS spelled out in ornaments in the photo my father made for the Christmas card the first year my parents were married. My sister may have one letter, but that would be all.
These are a few of the things that would constitute an eyesore for those who want a posh tree. We can't imagine it any other way.
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