Every ornament tells a story. At least in my house. Like most people, we don’t have a decorator’s vision of Christmas. We have a collection built over time, capturing memories and making them at the same time. My mother’s ornament collection is much more extensive than mine, but here are just a few that catch my eye and my heart as I walk by the tree in my house.
- An old wooden ornament my Nana gave me when I was a little girl.
- Who could forget the Christmas I was pregnant? There is something so holy and divine about pregnancy, particularly at Christmas. I know two preggos this year and I hope they feel as blessed as I did.
- This glass octopus was the first ornament Andres and I bought together. It was actually his first ornament as he didn’t decorate before me.
- This dove was given to me by my piano teacher/ confirmations sponsor/ choir director. She’s a lovely woman who is battling a mean Cancer this Christmas. It hangs on the window above my desk with hope.
- This lady commemorates my time in India.
- Not ornaments, but these guys sat on my desk at Christmas in Japan. Christmas is a new and romantic holiday there. People celebrate with their beloved by sharing a strawberry cake.
- Our sorely missed dog, Mandingo, joins us for Christmas every year. Utterly bittersweet.
- I’m glad I caught this on film, because a day later Max broke it. We have another first Christmas ornament for him, safely secured on our chandelier.
- And, of course, Jack who completed our circle and made us a family. It’s hung on the lowest branch and he can’t keep his hands off of it.
My sister’s mother-in-law purchased ornaments for each of her children every year. When they got married, she gave them as a starter set to trim their trees. It’s a lovely idea I am repeating for my own children. Perhaps you will too.
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