The smell of pine is in the air, and the soft boughs of the Christmas tree beckon to be decorated in strings of popcorn, and ornaments that have seen more years than any of the generations placing them on the branches.
It’s a yearly tradition, and one that we relish with glee, especially now that the boys are old enough to understand it all.
Our tree is an empty canvas ready to be painted with decades of memories, twinkling colors and the sparkling of glass.
As I unwrap each ornament from the safety of tissue paper and boxes, memories flood my brain. “Remember when,” I say to my husband and we smile in unison. The boys look upon each dangling bauble with wonderous eyes longing to hear the story behind each one. The littlest one yelling “Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas.”
It’s enough to make my heart burst.
We place each memory carefully on the branches. Adjusting, looking for the perfect perch from which to display each precious ornament. The balance of decorations must pefect, not too many too high or low, or in the front or back. The placement of lights takes great care and concentration.
And when the last decoration has been hung we take a step back and admire our glowing masterpiece, and I smile at all the memories that combined to make such a glorious sight.
Now it’s your turn to light up your creativity, you can…
Write a post.
Paint a picture.
Snap a photo.
Create an ornament.