Heart of Glass

It's that time of year when I begin get sentimental as I look toward Christmas.  This is a little glass heart used to be painted with silver.  Over the years, the silver has worn away, but the glass remains, as do the memories.  It has been on every tree I have ever had since I was a baby.  My grandmother told me it was on her tree before that.  That makes it at least seventy years old.  I don't pack it away any more.  It hangs on a hook stand in a curio cabinet in my bedroom with other Christmas memories.