My dad grew up in the 1920s/early 30s on a farm. He told me that when he and his siblings went to bed on Christmas Eve, there was not a single sign of Christmas in the house. But when they got up Christmas morning, there was a fully decorated tree, around which was an elaborate winter scenery with running water simulating a stream, and much else (his father was good at woodworking, and designing and building things). My dad said his parents must have worked all night to put all that together.
I think there’s a lot to be said for that – waking up to a kind of wondrous scene appearing literally overnight (sort of like Dorothy suddenly landing in Oz) even if it’s not practical for the most part these days.
My dad grew up in the 1920s/early 30s on a farm. He told me that when he and his siblings went to bed on Christmas Eve, there was not a single sign of Christmas in the house. But when they got up Christmas morning, there was a fully decorated tree, around which was an elaborate winter scenery with running water simulating a stream, and much else (his father was good at woodworking, and designing and building things). My dad said his parents must have worked all night to put all that together.
I think there’s a lot to be said for that – waking up to a kind of wondrous scene appearing literally overnight (sort of like Dorothy suddenly landing in Oz) even if it’s not practical for the most part these days.