If I thought it was hard putting up the Christmas tree, taking it down proved harder, since, for the better part of two months it delivered “tidings of great joy.”
Maybe because February’s coming with heart-shaped everything plus Lent.
Feels awkward ushering in Lent with joy.
Chad and family handled putting up, decorating and taking down the tree.
My task? De-trim da tree.
No mere bauble nestled inside tissue paper or cardboard divider. Each ornament contained stories of places and people from the journey.
Nautical themes bobbed off branches, gifts from others except for one I gave Jud: small sign with dangling lure, “An old fisherman lives here with the catch of his life.”
Ornaments from Gordon’s trustees provided two favorites: Bill Lund’s carefully carved Norwegian Partners and the one from our final Gordon Christmas, a pair of shoes with the words, “Big Shoes to Fill.”
Scandinavia showed up with God Jul, red and pewter hearts, Dala horses, wheat weavings, and mama’s hand knit bells.
Treasures from Michigan Marty, remind of evergreen friendship.
There were those few surviving clay or paper ornaments made by our children and Grands. Priceless.
As I packed them away, only some suggested a religious theme, two crosses, some angels and cross stitched JOY ornaments from years of being part of JOY Bible Study at Grace Chapel.
Leaves me wondering, ” what is sacred?”
People, places and purposes captured in symbols.
Love out on a limb.
Can’t believe I almost left the tree and ornaments boxed this year.
Felt inconvenient, hard to ask for help.
Count Rostov in A Gentleman In Moscow says,” In the end, it has been the inconveniences that have mattered to me most.”
And sometimes when Christmas comes in a box.
Batteries not included.
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