- Owl ornament my ornery friend Maggie gifted in 1983. She died in 2006. I'm still a bit afraid of her.
- Cardboard box to store ornaments. We originally received the box in 1996 when we ordered a printer. The printer is long gone. The box remains.
- Needlepoint bell niece K made when she was a child. She'll never know how touched I was to get it.
- 1970's/80's salt dough ornaments daughter M made. She's forever my baby, my child, my cranky teen.
- Every ornament our grandchildren made/painted/bought for us. Especially when we can't figure out what it is. They go front and center.
- The salt dough ornaments husband T made that are so hideous, so utterly ridiculous that we laugh and hide 'em in the back of the tree. He's a good sport.
- New ornaments from R, the daughter who is my husband's oldest, and a daughter of my heart.
- Yellow cat ornament Chilly Hollow gave us millions of years ago. She's still a friend, a reader of this blog, and an irreverent smart alack.
- Ornaments Syracuse friends bought and pretended were from their son, Coop. Ha, we never fell for it.
- Vacation souvenirs, baubles and tchotchkes.
- The glass Santa from Sharon, who died in 2015. Each year I hold it and try to believe she's still alive.
- I really must stop, this is getting too long. I could go on for pages. Suffice it to say that every ornament has a story to tell and circumstances to describe.
Santa ball from DebbieK, Tibetan ball from Choklay and Nyima, Icon BVM from Oldest Sister
Saturday, January 5, 2019
Putting away Christmas
The older I get, the more Christmas becomes a life gauge. Each year I touch and consider my past.