A Glass Of Milk At Bedtime.

At first, it was just a single piece of tinsel, a bauble, but as time passed it became more elaborate, more wild. Conical hair like the seasonal tree gave way to sprouting masses like mistletoe, the antlers of reindeer, until finally, the danse où l’homme poilu tombe, tragedy at a Christmas review on Broadway. The sight of a Santa, carved from hair, bleeding out over the stage, I’ll never forget.

One-time Broadway chorus girl Maria de Zwart Peter.

(with apologies to withabang)

(Source: kitschyliving)