by Anita Benedict
This blog is kind of an apology to my kids and what we missed each Christmas.
As I begin the unpacking of our precious Christmas memories, I can’t help feeling a little sad that I am doing it on my own. But then, I always did it on my own while the kids were in school. Fear of them breaking something, feeling the need to have everything absolutely perfect and in exactly the right spot. Now I see opportunities missed.
Unwrapping each item, memories flood of receiving them as gifts, or purchasing them on impulse because I though they would entertain the kids. I sometimes speak the memories aloud, but only the cats hear me now, and the new kitten is too busy playing in the bubble wrap. I still have the ornaments bought each year for the kids, they don’t put up trees of their own, one because of cats and the others because of space. I think I gave the eldest child her ornaments, and if I find any this year, I will send them her way. However, keeping one or two items here at Christmas with her name on it will make it seem as if she is celebrating here with us. She has her own home and family now.
I just sent hubby on a mission to get a new pencil tree. I have two large trees (or I think I do) but cats like to climb them, and I would rather enjoy their company than chasing after them. We could possibly have seven cats here this year. I also like that I can fit those smaller trees anywhere, and can decorate all the way round. I usually have one in each room because I have so many ornaments that are great memories.
No garland necessary either. It’s also easier to reach in and grab an adventurous cat.
How I wish I had decorated with the kids more talking about each item. Not to mention they might be more inclined to come visit and help willingly. When they did help, the tree was slightly lopsided with ornaments so it kind of went by the wayside. I did tell them that the angel topper has been on my tree since my first Christmas. It has seen family come and go, watched over the opening of gifts, the bickering, the snores of turkey comas. She is still beautiful to me. Near her goes the tiny angel gifted to
my oldest son from a dear aunt who is now gone. 30 years in the same spot. Next is a cardinal on a branch, with one rosehip that one of the kids made.
I have been asked if we do themed Christmas. My theme is always memories and whatever lifts my spirits. I usually do say my theme is “Nightmare Before Christmas” the outside is more Halloween chic while the inside becomes winter wonderland. Perhaps I should leave one of my ghastly ghouls outside in homage to Scrooge and the ghost of Christmas present.
I hope you too find wonderful memories as you prepare for the holiday season.
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