When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things-not the great occasions-give off the greatest glow of happiness. -Bob Hope
I think every Christmas tree tells a story.
Every ornament a moment in time.
I have a tree in every room in my house. None of them will ever be considered for a Martha Stewart magazine, and I wouldn’t want it that way. Instead, I have places where traditions were born and memories are able to tip toe back to today. The ornaments are a collection of our travels, gifts attached to memories of friends, and annual choices to reflect our year.
I will never not have a real tree. In the day, we would rummage around the woods in Washington to find one. In fact, I recall one Christmas when my husband was deployed, I took my young daughters, 3 years and 10 months on the search. We pulled it off. They won’t remember. They don’t need too. Those early moments are where traditions are born. And a live tree? It will always remind me of that time, even if we have to make do with Arizona’s selection, along with melted snowmen.
The last few weeks, I have spent the quieter mornings with my coffee by the tree in my front room. That tree is specific to our life as a family. Those memories, that seem like yesterday, make that Holiday Blend, peppermint-mocha that much sweeter.
Our story is almost 40 years and while I would love to take a photo of every ornament to share with you. I won’t.
Instead, I will remind you to be present.
Stay present in all of those memories and moments that life brings you.
I hope wherever you are, the holiday season brings you quiet stillness, softly lit spaces for contemplation, and more memories to hang on your tree…or your heart.
After all it is kinda the same thing.
Wind Kisses, Donna
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