Although it seemed way to early this year, P-funk and I pulled out the decorations and got down to business… fighting over where to put the tree.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love living in the South! But dang it if I don’t miss a good ole fashion white Christmas! And there is nothing like trimming a tree to create a little nostalgia.
Even P, with her 6 year old wisdom can pull a “very special to me ornament” and place it prominently on the tree. She too resurrects memories and spins tails of years past while beaming with the pride of re-discovery.
My mom, who has given me a tree ornament every year of my life sent this to me the year Jeff and I were married.
I bought this one in a Christmas Shop in Cape Breton during a Thanksgiving Holiday with the family in 1999. I was going through a little Victorian phase.
This one was giving to me by a dear family friend when I was in high school. At one time you could press the bottom and Spock would say, “Live Long & Prosper”. Our friend past away this year and I sent him a little prayer when I put it on the tree.
I love icicles on trees. Remember tinsel? It was so messy and always my favorite. I remember priding my self on placing it one little strand at a time. Which never mattered because the wind of a snail walking by would tangle it all up, but oh how those trees sparkled.
I used to buy up beads and make my own, less messy version. I’ve lost a lot of them over the years but a few of them managed to grace the tree.
I love this ornament. It was made by the first hairstylist I met when I moved to the big city. Thanks to Facebook we’re still friends. Ahh I miss our chats!
For P-funks first birthday we traveled to my hometown to baptize her in the church I grew up in. It may have been my first white Easter. My Aunt and Uncle sent this to us that same year.
I look at the decorated tree and can’t believe there is so much history here. My whole life, my story is re-discovered and remembered every year.
The tree looks like a holiday decoration, but we know the truth. It’s really a scrap book of memories that somehow creates a mosaic of a well lived and a well loved life.