Usually with a title like that, it would be accompanied with many photos of kids putting ornaments on the tree along with lights and the ultimate - the star.
Not this year. All those things were done, not lights, but, my camera died just as all the hoopla was starting.
To say I was exasperated would be an understatement.
My son John took some photos with his phone and his digital camera, but I don't have any to share with you.
That darn camera is like a third eye for me. I'm lost without it. Well, actually, since I'm blind in one eye, it is my second eye - ha.
I digress. Decorating the tree was a hoot. The three tubs of decorations were picked up by John yesterday from my house and were open and ready to give to the kids to put on the tree. No lights as I mentioned, thankfully, but a big tree. Matilda and Sebastian put everything on the tree, in their own "style", and it is hilarious.
Picture this. Streamers thrown at the tree. Non breakable ornaments tucked on the branches. Then Sebastian took a painted plywood Christmas stocking and tucked it between two branches. Same thing with a felt covered deer and on and on. It certainly does not look like the perfect tree we did when I was a child where all the tinsel even had to be hung, one piece at a time along with us spending hours stringing pop corn and hanging that, just so.
It truly looks like a Charlie Brown tree. Precious. I hope, somehow, I get a photo of this tree for posterity.
As we came to ornaments, again, all non-breakable, that the kids, their father and aunts had made in kindergarten or later, we would talk about who had made them and how old they were etc. I think the stories and the history is what makes it all so special.
Weird feelings filled me as I handed over these things. They truly are the "treasures" of my past. Many ornaments are at least seventy years old, German glass ornaments that were not put on the tree this year.
I know that every year that I would open these treasure boxes, memories would flood me. Things like the first decorations that my husband and I bought in 1961. Or the glass ornaments decorated with glitter with the names of my brothers and sister made by me in kindergarten. Stuff like that. I want to share those stories with the grand kids, which I do, in hopes that they will some day carry on the traditions and later with their own children.
Those Christmas ornament boxes and photo albums are the legacy that I have to pass on to my grown children and grandchildren. Back in the days when we lived in the path of hurricanes, the photo albums were the first thing in the car when we evacuated. They are that special to me and my family. I'm sure many of you have the same feelings and traditions.
So, the torch has passed. Well sort of. With a little common sense and the urging of my son, I brought all the breakable Nativity sets back to where I'm staying to display for a few more years until little hands are more steady and breakable things are more secure.
Even so, I can't share photographs with you. Rest assured, I'll be out on the hunt for some kind of digital camera before Friday. Too many things happening this weekend to not be able to save and share.
And, as they say, "It's always something"..........