What little girl doesn’t love Dorothy from Kansas?

The Wizard of Oz is one of the first movies I remember watching when I was little. And watching and watching and watching…

It also happened to be the first ever live performance I ever saw. My MeMama has told me so many times how she took me to see The Wizard of Oz at the Macon Little Theatre and how every other child there squirmed and wiggled, but I was glued to the stage. I believe that experience with the theatre was a catalyst in my love for it on-going, and my enamor for the girl in the ruby red slippers was the beginning of a love for Judy Garland and her whole film career.

And Dorothy is not the only ornament I have in the set; the Wicked Witch, Glinda, the Lollipop Guild, the Lullaby League, evil Mrs. Gulch on her stuffy little bicycle, and all three of Dorothy’s Oz-bound companions hang around her on the tree.

Hanging her there always reminds me that although there is no place like home, there is definitely no place like home at Christmastime.

With love, Mal