Christmas is my favorite holiday. The music brings me to tears. The decorations are amazing, and the lights are magical. I just adore driving through our neighborhoods to see how others have expressed their love of this blessed season.
As I've gotten older, I do less in the way of lights on the outside of the house, but I still decorate like crazy inside. Angels and Mr. and Mrs. Santa light up and move; snow covered houses in a mini village twinkle, stockings are stuffed; the tree sparkles like a beautiful jewel and is covered with special ornaments.
Each year, I bought a new ornament for each family member. They would depict whatever made that year special for them--ballet and cheerleading for my daughter and a soccer ball and Santa on the computer for my son are examples.
The best ornaments on the tree, however, were the ones my children made for me through the years. I especially cherish the angel my daughter embroidered when she was 10 and the fingerprint flower my son made whe he was six.
I could easily theme the tree or buy sophisticated baubles, but I'd rather have the tree represent the memories of Christmas I so cherish. I still buy new ornaments for my children each year--something to symbolize my daughter's wedding, my son's love of football, and my granddaughter's birth were the most recent ones. It's still fun to find just the right one.
Someday, all the ornaments will go to the intended, and I hope will make keepsakes that will prompt the stories of our very special celebrations.
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