Christmas Memories
These are what's left from my childhood Christmas ornaments. There used to be boxes and boxes of delicate glass ornaments but after countless moves and yearly accidents by humans or cats, the numbers dwindled to a bowl full. Each remaining ornament is a touchstone of Christmas memories.
They speak of cold noses watching dad cut a pine tree. Pine needles stabbing through mittens as we dragged the tree in crunchy Canadian snow. Lungs filled with pine forest scent indoors. Relief my job didn't include untangling and stringing the lights. Joyful pride in my job: placing the ornaments (except up high). Sibling bickering over who threw on too much tinsel or who would plug the lights in and on. Quiet hush to admire the glowing, glittering tree. Enjoying my distorted image in the mirror-like ornaments. Wrapped gifts appearing magically under the tree on Christmas Eve. Sneaking peeks at the labels for my name. Breathless anticipation. Every human emotion after opening gifts and at dinner: excitement, happiness, sadness, disappointment, indifference, jealousy and joy for having two parents, two siblings and despite it all: an abundance of love. Each ornament contains a thousand memories; all safe where they can't broken.
We're taking a holiday breather from blogging until Tuesday and wish you peace, love and joy!
They speak of cold noses watching dad cut a pine tree. Pine needles stabbing through mittens as we dragged the tree in crunchy Canadian snow. Lungs filled with pine forest scent indoors. Relief my job didn't include untangling and stringing the lights. Joyful pride in my job: placing the ornaments (except up high). Sibling bickering over who threw on too much tinsel or who would plug the lights in and on. Quiet hush to admire the glowing, glittering tree. Enjoying my distorted image in the mirror-like ornaments. Wrapped gifts appearing magically under the tree on Christmas Eve. Sneaking peeks at the labels for my name. Breathless anticipation. Every human emotion after opening gifts and at dinner: excitement, happiness, sadness, disappointment, indifference, jealousy and joy for having two parents, two siblings and despite it all: an abundance of love. Each ornament contains a thousand memories; all safe where they can't broken.
We're taking a holiday breather from blogging until Tuesday and wish you peace, love and joy!
Posted by Layla Morgan Wilde at 12/24/2011 12:00 AM 
Categories: Baby Boomers, Holiday, Photography, Art, Spirituality
Tags: christmas memories-2011 christmas onaments-vintage-bowl peace love joy-holiday-christmas christmas-touchstones
Categories: Baby Boomers, Holiday, Photography, Art, Spirituality
Tags: christmas memories-2011 christmas onaments-vintage-bowl peace love joy-holiday-christmas christmas-touchstones
What a beautiful collection of ornaments and memories. Have a joyful, peaceful, happy holiday weekend!
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Ingrid, they are small in number but spiritually worth their weight in gold. Much peace and love to you!
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Lovely memories, Layla! And I hope you're adding another today. Have a peaceful and joyful holiday. See you on Tuesday.
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Thank-you for your good wishes. So far this has been the quietest and most peaceful holiday in my memory.
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