O Christmas Tree
Christmas tree traditions vary even within families. As a child, I was shocked to see my
great-aunt’s tree with ancient glass balls, birds and large bulb lights on the
spindly, bare branches. I’d never seen a balsam tree before, and it shook my
idea of what a Christmas tree ought to be like. At the time I thought it was
the ugliest tree on the planet. My great aunt loved it, though, since that’s
all she’d ever had through her long life. Every ornament and light meant
Christmas to her. I had to admit the fragrance was nice.
Balsams trees were common Christmas trees during the time
period I chose for DOUBLE CROSSING – post Civil War era. Tiny candles were
fastened on the branches—electric lights were invented just after the turn of
the century but only the very rich could afford them.
We used the large bulb lights until miniature ones came out.
Each year Mom would add more strands, from three to four to five and six. She loved
the colors! Mom also collected traditional Santa Claus ornaments – handmade,
china or wooden. I have expanded that tradition by choosing a pre-lit
artificial tree (no needle-hunting, no sap stains, hooray!) with both white
lights and multi-colors, with a remote to choose one or the other or both. And
I have several Santa ornaments from Mom, plus a huge number of handcrafted
ornaments from craft shows, friends and family.
Each and every one is special. My sister made the
French-knot bear ornament and the needlepoint Santa, another sister made the
ruffled wreath, a friend made the “mouse under the covers” nestled in half a
walnut shell, my Dad carved and painted the wooden Santa Claus (and I have
several others he made through the years), another friend did the tasseled
petit-point ornament, the white felt dove and cute yellow teddy bear, and an
aunt made the white eyelet/red berries ornament. I bought the smocked Christmas
ball, since I don’t have the patience for that sewing skill, but love it.
One important thing I’ve learned about Christmas is to change
things up—okay, maybe not the tree yet!—but other decorations around the house
or outside. I decided that instead of being disappointed that I’m unable to
hang the wreath or lights as expected, I am deliberate in placing wreaths or
candles or small items in new places through the house. Or leaving them in the
box. I’ll never regret losing the traditional Christmas “routine” – there isn’t
one. It’s new and fresh every year. I’m sure one day I’ll downsize the tree and
give most of the ornaments to my daughter.
But it’s not the tree, the lights, the ornaments anyway. There’s
a reason for the season! It’s also about giving and sharing, memories of family
and friends, and love.
Merry Christmas to all, and may your memories be refreshed each
year.
Meg Mims is the author of Double Crossing – a western
historical romantic suspense that has garnered 5-star reviews on Amazon. Enter the Goodreads giveaway! She also writes non-fiction freelance articles for real
estate, lighthouses and history for various magazines.
What a beautiful ornament that last one is! I love reading about everyone's traditions.
ReplyDeleteYes, isn't it, Liz? Even though I bought it, the woman selling them hand-made them. Gorgeous!! Thanks for visiting!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much for sharing your ornaments with us, Meg!
ReplyDeleteThanks for having me, Cheryl! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year too!!
ReplyDeleteMeg,
ReplyDeleteYou're so lucky to have all your handmade, cherished ornaments. I lost mine when I divorced and my husband abandoned our stuff while I was in the hospital. All those wonderful memories gone, never to be replaced. I envy you. :)
Happy Holidays, my friend.
Wow, Ginger. BIG HUG. I have a feeling you're learning to make new memories...
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