Christmas Village Idiots

My interest in Christmas villages started in the early 1990s. A local mall during the holiday season had a beautiful model train display, with streets, mountains, bridges, and cars. It was fascinating and detailed, and got my OCD juices flowing. I pictured the entire family gathered around a huge, intricate village scene, creating a one-of-a-kind holiday decoration along with unforgetable memories. A couple years later, I found a battery operated Christmas train set for under the tree, and Greenville was born. The first two years were truly pitiful. The village was so bare, the cats thought I'd left unusual toys on a new white bed just for them.