We have an artificial tree. Every year we consider getting a real tree, but for the cost and the mess…well, when we lived in the city it made even more sense because it was a pain to dispose of real trees. So it comes up from the basement – all pre-lit, and we get out our garland and ornaments and put on the Christmas music and decorate.
Every year I see gorgeous trees at other people’s homes, in shops and at the mall. Some of them are works of art, with beautiful ribbon and glass balls. Colour coordinated and really, really stunning. Occasionally I wonder why our tree doesn’t look like that. Sometimes I long to decorate our tree that way – perhaps all white lights, with just red and gold for colours. Classy. And then we dig out our ornaments and I realize that maybe we’ll do that in years to come, when it’s just my husband and me. For right now, our tree is decorated not with ornaments but with memories. Some ornaments I’ve had since I was a girl. Others we’ve bought along the way, from places we’ve traveled. Each year our girls get a new ornament with their names on it. They have their own box of ornaments that they will take with them when they go. There are homemade ornaments that we’ve made from beads and wire; some that I’ve knit. There are some with baby pictures of the girls inside. How could I possibly leave those packed away? Because for me, a tree isn’t just a tree. Our Christmas tree has meaning, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Merry Christmas and may you make lots of new memories with your friends and family!
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