My mother made these about 30 years ago. The two canvases were such a perfect pair, she whipped them together with this pretty, feathery, pine and berry stitch. The artwork came out of the attic every Christmas and was hung over the television with a spotlight on it. Brother Dave always said he wanted to inherit it. Since it was the only thing he ever said he wanted, I didn't argue, but wanted the beautiful piece to come to my house, too.
Brother Dave and I both celebrate our birthdays in August. When he turned 40, he had a pig picking in his back yard. Mom showed up bearing two large presents. "Choose one," she said. Once each of us had a package in front of us, we ripped into them. Each of us had our own Season's Greeting and wreath. She had located the old kits on e-bay and kept the project hidden from us for several months. And, one of Granny's Christmas pins was centered in the middle of each bow.
I love this so much, I leave it on an easel in my dining room all year long.
In the words of my Mother's beautiful needlework...