O Christmas Tree

Dec 21, 2010 | 3 comments

Christmas Tree 2010

     I verily think that our Christmas tree this year is the most beautiful ever.  (Nyel says that I think that every year.)  But, really, this year’s Noble fir is the fullest and most symmetrical we’ve ever had.  It was also the heaviest and Nyel was reduced to asking our neighbor, Jon, for help in setting it in place.  We all knew that it required strength beyond what I could contribute.
     Like always, it is an eleven-foot tree and is placed in the bay windows in the east end of the house.  In a way, it’s the least likely location as it is not exactly one of the “public rooms,” being out of the main line of traffic as it is.  So that show-off part of me is just a teeny bit thwarted when it comes to having folks ooh and aah.  But, this year, I don’t let that stop me from leading everyone into the ‘tree room’ to voice their admiration.  It’s just too beautiful to ignore!
     Our trees are always a conglomeration of ornaments from past generations and from our own past lives.  From my grandmother’s time, there are the delicate glass birds that once had tails of real feathers.  This year their long-missing plumes have been renewed – little chicken feathers rescued by Nyel from Ms. Ara’s molt!
     There is a rather large aqua colored accordion paper pear from our friend Al with his notation: “a pear for your partridge tree.”  It dates from the early 1960s and reminds me of when my son and step-daughter were little.  And, then, there are the ornaments that they (Marta and Charlie) have contributed over the years – some that they made and some special ones that they bought.  Each conjures up a picture of a past Christmas and of loved ones no longer with us.
     Too, there are all the ornaments given me by children during my thirty-nine years in the classroom – a bell made from a corrugated cardboard box and decorated with glued-on buttons; a dozen or so generic plastic balls that say “To My Favorite Teacher;” a tiny gingham teddy bear, laboriously stuffed and hand-sewn…
     So many years, so many memories, so much beauty!  The older I get, the more teary I become as I hang each treasure upon the tree.  I know…  I’m a sentimental old fool, and that’s just the way I like it!

3 Comments

  1. Paul R. Brent

    Thanks for the Christmas tree memories.

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  2. Diana C

    Every tree IS the most beautiful.
    Precisely because it carries the weight of each preceding and proceeding year in the treasured memories it quite literally holds.
    Each new tree has the treasures that you added just last year and the ones that you add this year… Miss Ara’s contribution will live on even if you hadn’t told her “tail”.
    I think that the fact that we store away our treasures in a chest and can let the memories rest allows them to mellow and takes the sharpest edges off and gives our lives some balance and perspective, and where necessary some healing.

    Each piece is a wealth of memories and stories, history and love, traditions and emotion.
    The idea that a scrap of cloth, shard of glass or bit of metal could possibly hold so much is such a gift… “far greater than gold”

    Welcome to Christmas… past, present and future.

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  3. Stephanie Frieze

    As you say, Sydney, each ornament can have a wealth of memories that decorate the tree and I am looking forward to seeing yours.

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