Living in the tropics, I tend to agree that tinsel can look pretty tacky on palm trees and I absolutely relate to the pain of doing without treasured traditions recalled from growing up in the north. This short play is a sympathetic examination of the whole dilemma of place and memory and adapting to change, with a lot of gentle wisdom woven in. Above all, it reinforces the bottom line...love can wrestle almost any sort of conflict to, at the very least, a tie - and, in this case, a bow.
Living in the tropics, I tend to agree that tinsel can look pretty tacky on palm trees and I absolutely relate to the pain of doing without treasured traditions recalled from growing up in the north. This short play is a sympathetic examination of the whole dilemma of place and memory and adapting to change, with a lot of gentle wisdom woven in. Above all, it reinforces the bottom line...love can wrestle almost any sort of conflict to, at the very least, a tie - and, in this case, a bow.