its strange what you remember isn't it?
one of my strongest christmas memories is of our tree.
it's funny, i never remember decorating it, although i know i did because we have pictures of me doing so.
i only remember the finished product.
an ornament stuffed tree, and tinsel.
so much tinsel.
i hated that tinsel.
i thought it was cheesy.
i loved sitting around the tree, and the lights and the "feeling" but i thought i knew more about decorating a tree.
probably because i was young and thought i was much more sophisticated than my “older” mom, in fashion and taste.
in the early years of marriage, and even with our children, i had the “styled” tree.
it was the tree i SHOPPED for.
i dreamed up the vision and executed it.
it was glorious.
the kids got older, and i kept my perfect tree.
i got them a tree for all of their homemade decorations and the ones that they were getting to save.
the past few years, my taste has changed.
call me old.
call me sentimental.
call me nostalgic.
but i’m hooked.
i go through those homemade and mounds of decorations that we have accumulated over the years, and the treasure is ALL MINE, as i hang , and loop, and remember.
i pile them all on.
you can never have too many memories…
so i merge them both. :)
and this year i added tinsel.
my kids hate it.
i don’t care.
that tinsel sparkles and shows off the trove of treasures that weigh down the boughs of my tall pine (the tree - it’s fake...but tall pine sounded better ::)
i’m sure my kids wish for a simpler, more stylish tree.
yes, they have poked fun at me.
but i don’t care.
my bountiful, sparkling tree holds the tangible treasures of my heart in the most beautiful way.
one day i'm sure they will see it all.
it’s strange what you remember isn’t it? :)