Well for me the Christmas rush is over. Shopping, Wrapping, Cards, Mailing, Packing, Cooking– all done. We celebrated early with the family this year. I was able to Christmas with both of my sisters this year–that is always a gift…Our earliest memories are of each other and Christmas.
Now that I slow down a bit I have noticed my tree. I have enjoyed her these past few weeks. The aroma, the glow in the early darkness of the evening and the even earlier mornings. I love the familiar ornaments. I get a new cardinal every year and the hubs a new reindeer. Add special ones from trips, gifts and exchanges. Monster Baby is a budding designer and likes to rearrange and we have a beautiful, messy Christmas tree.
Our Great-Grandmother Nettie Irene White Lehman was crafty. After Grandpa Harry died she stayed busy. Making pot holders, kitchen towels and Christmas ornaments. Every year I get out my share of the collection and imagine her tiny, wrinkled, aged fingers pushing in those sequins and pins.
Did she ever imagine her great grand-daughters placing them on their own trees years later?
My sisters and I each have some to put on our trees.
I think that is what is so magical about the season. The memories. Gifts that last long after the wrap, boxes and bows are gone and even the giver’s have vanished.
What will I leave behind?