The weekend before Christmas we took the boys to visit their great-grandmother. While we were there, she asked me if I'd heard of the legend of the Christmas spider. I hadn't. So she told me to dig through this wooden bucket sitting by the couch. This bucket was stuffed full of 5 million things. Seriously - you would not believe what you can fit in a bucket. Five cookbooks, two children's books, 50 embroidery threads, a cross stitch, a secret listening-through-walls device (I couldn't make this up if I tried...), a stack of letters, some knitted Barbie clothes, dozens of patterns, several balls of yarn, wrapping paper from Christmases gone by, a best Great-Grandmother plaque, and there, down at the very bottom, a box labeled 'Christmas Spider'. To tell you the truth - I was impressed that she knew it was down there.
The box contained a kit to make the Christmas spider from silvery beads. My grandmother had already crafted the spiders. They are oddly beautiful, even though usually spiders are not my thing.
According to Legend, a poor woman had no decorations for her tree. A spider who had hidden in her tree to escape the dust mop watched as the woman prepared for Christmas. As the spider crawled about the tree that night he left a trail of dusty web. But when the woman awoke on Christmas morning, she found that the dusty web had turned to shimmering silver.
How about you, readers? Have you heard of the Christmas spider? I'm looking forward to having the three my grandmother gave me on our tree for years to come.