Wednesday, December 9, 2015
In a Pickle
If you follow my blog, you know how much I love Christmas and how much I love to decorate. I was just thinking the other day that this was the first year that I could remember when I hadn't bought a new ornament. There is usually a Santa that begs to come home with me, knowing that there's always room for one more on the tree. I often buy one while on a trip such as my Hawaiian Santa or my Scottish Santa, but I didn't see anything in Africa.
Nor did I see an ornament that I had to have for my living room tree that is all silver, white and gold. But then yesterday while going thru the checkout line in Marshall's, where they have tons of goodies to entice you as you wait on line, I spotted this pickle. I vaguely remembered hearing somewhere about the importance of having a pickle on the tree. It was quite inexpensive, in spite of its being glass so I bought it. The story that was on the box tells how German families who trimmed the tree on Christmas Eve (not the day after Thanksgiving as many do now) would hide a pickle ornament amongst the green branches and the other ornaments. On Christmas morning the first child to find the pickle would get an extra present from St. Nicklaus. A charming tradition, I thought, so if you come to my house and can find the pickle on my Santa tree there just might be an extra treat for you.