A free-verse poem about the ornaments that make our Christmas tree so special. |
My wife Linda adores all things about Christmas, most especially the Christmas tree we have each year. Linda lays out all the tree’s decorations on the dining room table, then we place each on the Christmas tree as she recalls a memory about each ornament. “This was our first ornament we purchased together. Remember?” she asks me. Memories of our honeymoon flood my mind. “This ball we bought on that trip to Atlanta.” That was back in 1985, the first trip back home to Georgia after our marriage. “And this Mickey ornament is from our first visit to Disney World; this Murano glass bell was a souvenir from our trip to Italy.” On and on, each ornament brings memories of trips, cruises, important events in our life together over the past thirty years of marriage. Handling most of the decorations brings a smile to Linda’s face. The occasional one brings tears to her eyes. “My mother made this one the year she died.” We mark the passage of our marriage through the years with this parade of ornaments being hung on the tree. ‘Can that trip really have been that many years ago?’ I often wonder. The sentiment attached to each ornament bestows its true value, sometimes making a child-made paper decoration more prized than that Waterford crystal ball I gave her on our fifteenth Christmas together. I attached little importance to Linda’s collecting a Christmas ornament on every trip and for each occasion over the years early in our marriage. But today this collection of ornaments is cherished, for they provide a unique guide through our marriage – tangible markers of our life together that we get to hold and reflect upon every year as we turn our Christmas tree into the most beautiful tree we could ever imagine. Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |