Next week is Thanksgiving. Yes, you read that correctly. As I have done in years past, the preparation of the home for all that is “Holiday” has started. The tree is almost finished and then it’s onward to the other things that will be brought out this year. Those that know me even a tad, know that I see magic all around me during the Holidays. I still see it through the lens of a child….full of wonder and awe of every light, decoration, greeting of “good cheer.” I want the sounds of every Christmas carol to ring day and night, along with the best of the best in contemporary offerings. Dress a tad nicer on Sunday, in celebration of the entire Season…and the reason for it to even exist.
And yet…..in all of my wonder….the first ornament on the tree…for the past three years….has been met with sadness. A bittersweet moment as I remember how excited she was to give her kiddos a selection of ornaments she worked so hard on during her cancer battle. Then I remember her joy, her awe of Christmas and how she just couldn’t have enough ornaments on her tree. I’ve never seen anyone who could make a tree as beautiful as hers. Growing up, we had blue trees, pink trees, white trees…green trees….and often with color coordinated decorations. We may have not had but one or two gifts to open, but we always had the most beautiful tree. As she got older, an artificial tree took over, but every branch was met with an ornament. 1000 lights? Why not double? 2000 has to be better…each branch so carefully wrapped. Days, countless hours…countless sharp looks to the man pacing across the room wondering why each ornament had such a specific spot. Soon, after several ornaments are in place, my sadness is replaced with almost a giddy excitement to see how close I can get to her tree…every branch covered and decorated.
In so many ways, my Christmas tree is a yearly reminder of the best parts of her. Whether it’s me standing back wondering if there is room for just one more ornament, or is there a way to get more lights wrapped into the branches….what if that ornament could speak and tell me exactly what she was thinking the day she created it….these are my grown up Christmas moments.
Then, I step back and see the Hallmark ornaments we started for the kiddos the day they were born. One for each year. Our oldest was given hers when she married, but our son still has his proudly displayed, and each year we continue to add to both of their collections. Each one was carefully picked out by them…on sometimes short, sometimes long visits to Hallmark. Each ornament a reflection of their personality or obsessions at that particular moment.
Today, as I finish the tree….I step back and see a life of memories….her memories, my memories, memories of my kiddos…and I see a tree full of such awe and wonder. I see her. I see my grandparents who are represented by memory ornaments. I see my world through the eyes of a child….believing that Christmas magic is real…Santa does exist and snow holds magical powers on Christmas Day.
So, in my awe and wonder….and believing that Christmas magic does exist…make this one count. Set aside the pain of days past…embracing the idea that everyone has a little bit more love to give during the Season and that Christmas magic really can heal the most broken of hearts.