There she is, in all her glory: This year’s Christmas tree is dressed at last.
As crazy as it is to get everything done this time of year, decorating the tree is great fun and a welcome walk down memory lane.
I don’t do the tinsel and garland my mother used to arrange so meticulously — just white lights (NEVER colored, never blinking) and ornaments.
Each piece of tissue paper holds a piece of our family story. Even today, I like to try to guess which ornament I have in my hand as I unwrap it, just as I did when I was a kid.
Some of the highlights:
- The angel I made in Sunday school from an empty toilet paper roll and construction paper. She is blonde with blue-eyes, as angels must necessarily be.
- A red felt stocking minus the toe, chewed off by our dog, Tripper, many years ago. It’s got my name on it.
- The religious icon Basil made in Sunday school; its hanger is a pop top.
- The pine cone ornaments Catherine and I made when she was little. What fun we had collecting and crafting them. We made them as gifts for the special people we knew. I wonder if they still hang them.
- A variety of Catherine-made ornaments, all coated several inches thick with glitter. The shiny stuff and pine needles are now duking it out on my floor.
- The plastic “candy” ornaments my sister and I used to vie to hang.
- A wonderful collection of ornaments handmade for us by my parents — soldiers and snowmen, Santas and reindeer, angels and animals.
- A menagerie of postal-themed ornaments for Basil.
- A whole host of ornaments we’ve collected from year to year, many of them as old as me, others more recent additions collected on family vacations or gifts from friends.
- The icicles! I swear that despite my oh-so-careful removal efforts, the pile of them shrinks a little each year. These were Mom’s to hang. They always go on last.
Topping it all off is the angel my parents received as a wedding gift, now mine and only a little worse for wear (who knew a warm blue light bulb would warp her middle?).
It makes me smile to see each one.
What’s on your tree?