This morning I brought our Christmas tree in out of the 12º temp. and set it up in its stand. It's a pretty tree. If anyone has read past posts regarding past Christmas trees, one understands why I went to the local market last night and purchased a Christmas tree.
Tonight we are awaiting some overnight visitors, and, having a spare 30 minutes, we, that Spouse o' Mine and I, began decorating the tree. Well, I decorated while he accompanied me on guitar. And that was very nice. He did take a 3-minute break to untangle and hand me the "icicles" which already had the little malleable hooks on them. (Three decades ago, those hooks were not at all malleable; I wonder what they are made of now?)
Firstly on our tree, our annual tree-topper, went the remnants of my wedding bouquet, now 26 years old: Lace-entwined Lily of the Valley. Next, three foil-covered stars, each covered in a different-patterned foil, and each of which had five points: the points, of course, are not at all geometrically-symmetrical, just a child's-eye opinion of what a star should look like. After that comes the Christmas Cow (Claire, 2nd grade), an aluminum can reindeer (Graham, who-knows-when?), a glittered popsicle stick star framing 3rd grader Gillian (white-blonde and toothy smile). Lower on the branches of our Christmas tree are the cross-stitch renderings I made of our snowy second year of marriage, in East Lansing, at MSU. Just above it is a cross-stitch ornament from the nuns at Mount Sinai (yes - Moses' old stomping grounds). I got that our FIRST year of wedded bliss, in Egypt. I hung a peacock, a pelican, and a cardinal ornament. Skis, signifying all the years we have adjourned from Big Family Christmas, to hit the slopes and the forests in Big Family Colorado. Two sand dollars from Hilton Head. A paper ornament of Jesus, from a riotous scavenger hunt back in the days of life in Stillwater. On the back, a young, hand-written name: Bryson. We don't know anyone named Bryson from Stillwater. But this ornament brings hilarity in our memories of Christmas Past!
And so it goes. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas...
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