Roger and I went out on errands Monday afternoon which included stops at Garden Ridge, Target and Michael's. I gave all of the Christmas decor and tree ornaments to Kelli last Christmas as we were down there for Christmas and didn't put up a tree. I decided this year that it was time that Roger and I had our own decorations as I had been using the decorations I left my former marriage with(and most of those were ones that the kids had made over the years and ones I had bought them every year to take to their future homes when they were grown).
When I went to the Dr. this morning for more labs, they had put up the Christmas tree in the waiting room and I.loved.it. They had a gold star made of wire at the top and then under that was one of those big bows with the streamers that cascaded down the tree.
After I got done working, I went online and saw that Target had the star so we stopped there to get it and they were out of the gold, but had a silver one and our tree was born. I bought red and silver ornaments(stars, balls, snowflakes, angels and jingle bells) and went to Michael's and had a red bow with silver stars made for the tree. We are putting up our tree Saturday and I can't wait! With white lights and red and silver bead garland, it will be perfect for us.
Christmas Memory #2
I had a ringside seat on the couch every year watching spellbound as my mom and dad put up our Christmas tree. Mom had ornaments that she had as a little girl and after Dad would put on the lights(no little twinkle lights...these were large bulbs of bright blue, brilliant red, dark green, sunny gold, pumpkin orange and white that clipped on the branches as well as "bubble lights" that had liquid that would flow through them and bubble up like a candle) and then Mom would sculpt the tree. There is no other word for it that sculpt. Every ornament had to be placed just so-so...she would place it, step back, study it and if it passed inspection, she would go to the next one. Some of the ornaments were so heavy they felt like weights. My favorite were the ones that were round colored glass and had an indented place in the front that was a different color. It just begged to have you poke your finger inside the indented area but it would have shattered and Mom kept watch on the tree so such things would not happen. After a couple of hours of placing ornaments, the tinsel decorating would begin. She would open the package, separate the shiny silver tinsel into strands and place each strand on the tree. Every year I would fall asleep on the couch watching her place the tinsel. The next morning when I woke up, she would plug in the tree and I would run in and just stare at it. At night I would lay in the floor under the tree and stare up into the branches mesmerized by the magic of it. I felt so safe and warm with Dad in his rocker and Mom on the end of the sectional couch with Christmas records on the stereo.
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