So I decided to repeat my very first post. Its still applies today since I have been listening to those awesome Christmas tunes and putting up my Christmas tree. This is the one that made me realize that I really enjoyed writing.
So my Christmas season has begun. I was excited and could not wait to decorate my Christmas tree. So it was time to trek up to my attic to retrieve the ornaments. I could see the ornament box way at the back in the far left corner of the attic. I made my way tripping over my daughters Barbie Dream House from 1980 and my sons old Tonka truck, which he made me swear to never get rid of, cursing the entire time feeling all my Christmas spirit dissolving with every step. I finally made my way to the box and dragged it down two flights of stairs to my family room. .
There the box sat all tattered and dusty next to the pre-lit Christmas tree whose lights had failed me. Yikes this season was already not looking good. From a distance I could hear the garbage truck coming and for a fleeting second I thought I should just chuck the tree and the ornaments and let them intermingle with all the Thanksgiving turkey leftovers from miles around.
Still in a bad mood I ripped open the box with a vengeance sending the cats running for cover. As the flaps of the box opened and I look inside I feel the light of memories pouring from the contents.
As I wrap my hand around a Batman ornament, I remember buying it for my son when he was three and how he has been hanging it on my tree every year for the over 30 Christmases. I see the faux stained glass angel that my daughter painted at my kitchen table so many years ago. The glittery teacup ornament that my friend Chris bought me one year after telling her how I had wanted it but thought it was too extravagant to buy for myself with money being so tight. The friendship tree that my friend Eleanor gave me one year. As I hold it in my hand I think of her kindness and how I value the times that we have spent together. I see the bits and pieces of foam and paper that make up the ornaments that my grandchildren have made for me and how I lovingly hang them on my tree year after year. Each ornament brings back memories of such happy times in my life. My good mood has returned and so has my Christmas spirit.