Finally, it was time to decorate the house for Christmas. Each of the past three years, I had told Jason how badly I wanted a “coordinating” Christmas tree, Something like this
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instead of the typical hodge-podge of ornaments and lights we have been using since we were married.
This was the year. This year, Jason had said I could decorate the tree however I wanted. I had already envisioned what I would do. I would use the silver and white snowflake ribbon I had kept hidden away for just such an occasion. I would use only white lights. I would use snowflakes, icicles, and silver ornaments. The frosty silver and white covered tree would look beautiful in our newly-painted living room.
But then, I began to go through the boxes of Christmas decorations to find the snowflakes, icicles, and ornaments. As I did I came across them. They were the ornaments I was choosing to hide away in their boxes for another year. They would be the forgotten ones.
There were the name ornaments. Jason’s parents started this tradition before his Dad died. Bronner’s, a huge Christmas store near Jason’s home personalizes these ornaments. Every family member had one, and so when we went on our honeymoon, we stopped to buy one for each of us. Jason’s is blue,
There were others. The Coca-cola ornament was the one I bought for Jason the 1st Christmas we spent together. I’m sure that it could go on the tree somewhere. There was an ornament for our first year in our own home.That one was too important to leave out. There was the #1 teacher ornament Jason bought for me.
It was so adorable, it just had to go on the tree. There were Jason’s Michigan ornaments.
I couldn’t leave his heritage off the tree. There were my Ukrainian ornaments.
They had to be hung up as well. There were the ornaments we bought for our cat. There was the ornament Jason’s cousin got us when we became engaged, the one Mom brought us from Alaska, and the ones that Charity brought back from Ireland. I just couldn’t do it. I couldn’t leave them in their ornament boxes. I couldn’t ignore them this Christmas season. So, one by one, they were hung on the Christmas tree.
No longer do I desire a perfect color-coordinated tree. I won’t trade my memories for matching bulbs. I won’t trade my souvenirs for ribbons. I choose to keep my beautifully colorful tree. And I choose to share it with you.
So, how is your tree decorated this year? Is your tree a cacophony of beautiful memories, or is it neatly trimmed with coordinated ribbons and bulbs?