My Christmas Piano Tree is on the Great Christmas Tree Tour by Jina Bacarr
December 11, 2009 by A Slice of Orange in category Archives tagged as Christmas, Confessions of a Podcast Goddess, piano, tree
I love the Holiday Season. No matter what has been happening throughout the year, you can’t help but take a moment to catch your breath and take in the joy of the season all around you…shiny silver and gold decorations, sleigh bells ringing on cell phones, Christmas carols blasting at the mall, yummy sugar cookies baking in the oven and–
The spicy smell of pine wafting from a Christmas Tree. Except at my house. I have mistletoe hanging in the hallway (what romance writer doesn’t?) and a fresh garland wreath gracing the front door…but you see, well, my Christmas Tree is different.
It’s a piano.
Yes, a piano. Decorated and all lit up like a…you guessed it, a Christmas Tree! So you see, I wasn’t sure if my Christmas Piano Tree was going to make the cut for the Great Christmas Tree Tour–a fabulous Holiday blog put together by fellow Harlequin romance author, Cheryl St. John.
Whoever heard of a Christmas Piano Tree? But there it is on Cheryl’s blog–along with the story behind my holiday tradition and the link to a video of my one-act play, “The Christmas Piano Tree,” the story of a lonely widow lady who’s forgotten the true meaning of Christmas until a girl with pink hair, a dead cell phone and a big problem helps her re-discover the magic of the holiday season. It was produced at the Malibu Stage Company Theatre in Malibu, CA.
So be sure to check out the story and video about my Christmas Piano Tree on Cheryl St. John’s blog along with all the other fabulous Christmas Trees from different authors on the main page.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!!
Best, Jina
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