Bubble Tree

Day 55: The Bubble Tree is older than I am, and that's saying a lot. It doesn't look much like it did when we were first introduced, but then, neither do I. Initially, its boughs were white, made of paper (presumably fireproof) and its lights were about two-thirds the size they are now and, if the truth be told, the only original portions are the armature and base. After having been stored in a trunk in an unheated outbuilding for at least twenty-five years, it needed a serious rebuild. My mother said I should just throw it out, but I was determined to save this one precious relic of my childhood's Christmases, so I stripped it down, rewired it to accept modern lights, wrapped the metal branches with garland (I couldn't find a white one), and there you have it: the Bubble Tree began a new life some thirty years ago and has been one of the major features of my decorating scheme ever since.