ornamenTales: cowboy santa
the dude abides
The cowboy Santa tree-topper: a gift from a boss a thousand lifetimes ago. When nirvana was just a state of bliss and webs were spun by spiders, not surfed.
I was in California then, sharing a dingy apartment with the art director at the ad agency where we both worked. He was often mistaken for a hair band singer. I owned a skateboard. The apartment smelled like cigarettes and bacon grease. We bought our Christmas tree from a beachfront lot, which seemed weird but cool.
The boss died. The roommate’s a preacher. The star-shaped cowboy Santa: still on my treetop.
Got a favorite ornament with a great backstory?
Oh, this is wonderful - I love your brilliantly creative descriptive language! Awesome post.
I can see the story!