Yesterday we put up our upstairs tree. It was hilarious as it was X’s first experience watching it happen. Last year the trees miraculously appeared on their own and he thought it was incredible. He clapped, shouted yay and generally just enjoyed the experience. One of the things I like about this tree is that it’s our family tree. There are all kinds of ornaments and decorations that don’t really match but have meaning. It’s got multi-coloured lights and it’s marvelous. Totally tacky and not at all designer but that’s what the basement tree is for.
There are all kinds of ornaments on the tree. We have the nativity scene, hand carved and bought at a 10 000 villages sale bought while I was at seminary and only had a tiny 24$ foot high tree.
There’s this random Cartman ornament whose origins are unclear yet each time I pull it out of the box, I laugh at the absurd quality of it and it’s obvious difference from the other ornaments.
And then there’s this one. Peace. A part of a set of four given to me for buying a Christmas book many years ago. I love how they shimmer on the tree.
These ornaments are a collection of memories and experiences from years past. This year as I’m out and about I’m sure I will collect a few more and it will only serve to make it a more special, unique tree. We will make new memories this year and find different ways to express the hope and joy of the season. As we do, I will look to our tree and remember the years past, grateful for all we have done and all we have yet to do.