You know those Christmas Trees that you see in the Mall or in magazines and craft stores, y’all know the ones that I’m talking about, they’re perfection… swathed in gorgeous ribbons and lights, all the ornaments are color coordinated and the trees just take your breath away.
I love those trees.
That’s not our tree, though.
Our tree is a mishmash of ornaments of all colors, styles, shapes and sizes.
Our tree is our family history, our time capsule.
Each year when we pull out our boxes of ornaments and pull off the first lid — the smell of craft glue, papier mache, old newsprint wafts up at me and I get a little misty eyed thinking of all the hands that have held these ornaments and hung them on Christmas Trees over the years.
Every year, my maternal Grandparents and my parents would give each of us kids an ornament. When Nathan and I got married, he started receiving ornaments, too.
The oldest ornament on our tree was given to me by my Granny in 1978 – I was 4 months old.
I can’t explain what it does to my heart when I hold this ornament and show my kids the date on the back…
Every ornament on our tree tells a story, reveals our history and marks a moment in time
Every single ornament on our tree is so much more than a decoration – it’s a memory, a little piece of Christmas magic
Our tree may not be one that you’d find in any magazine, but it’s more beautiful in my eyes and precious to my heart, because it is our family. It’s our time capsule, our scrap book, our hearts and memories, hung for all to see.
Every year I get to take my kids through my life, our lives, our past and we share our hopes for the present and the future.
So much more than a decoration.
Thank you, Hallmark, for choosing me as one of their “Life Is A Special Occasion” bloggers for 2012 and allowing me to share my life with y’all over the past year. While I am compensated for my work with Hallmark as a Life is A Special Occasion ambassador, everything posted is original and real and from our life.
This past year has been a gift. Thank you, Hallmark.