Every year about September I think, This year I will have a formal Christmas tree; white lights, globe ornaments, and a big red bow streaming down throughout the branches.
Every year, when it’s time to decorate the bare evergreen, I unpack the white lights and think, I can’t do it. I can’t leave all of these memories packed away.
And so, 2014 will go down in the books as another Zomerman holiday with a mish-mashed Tannenbaum. Notice the colored lights – not white.
I can tell you the tale behind each ornament on our tree. The ceramic ones I received from one of my mom’s best friends as I grew up. The vacations we’ve been on, buying ornaments as our standard souvenirs. My obsession with angels represents, as does every activity in which our daughters have ever participated.
There’s the one I got the year I watched Miami Vice every Friday night.
The mermaid I had to have after seeing the original, huge version at Hotel Del Coronado.
Every theater production the girls have been in have a corresponding place on the tree.
We have so. many. Disney. ornaments.
The gifts from my youth ministry days are here. I remember each kid as I hang each’s present on our tree.
Don’t even ask me how this got there. Edd may think he gets a say, too.
Someday I’ll have my formal, color-coordinated tree. I will.
…when the kids are out of the house.
Shoot. It’s not going to happen, is it?
Well, we may not have the prettiest tree on the block. But if you come visit at Christmastime, I will be able to tell you stories about what you see. Lots and lots of stories.