Last night my son and I went to the Boy Scout Christmas Tree stand and got our tree. It is a beautiful Douglas fir. About six feet tall. During the night it opened up wonderfully. Now it stands naked, ready for all our ornaments. Ones that I have been gathering up for the last fourteen or fifteen years. Why such a short time?
I didn’t start celebrating Christmas with a tree until 1995. My boys were 11 and 3. What happened? I got married, and turned my back on my mother’s controlling religion. That first couple years I made a bunch of needlework ornaments. I don’t have those anymore. They were stored in the garage, and a good old-fashioned Kansas windstorm came and blew the roof off the garage. All my work was ruined in the muddy, soggy aftermath.
So I made more, I crocheted them, and beaded them. I also bought ornaments. Then last year, I left Alaska and went back to Kansas, leaving my son with all my ornaments. This year I am back in Alaska, my little family is all together. And I am now going to hang my old ornaments. They brought back all sorts of good memories.
I don’t feel the least bit guilty anymore celebrating Christmas, or Thanksgiving. I am even going to celebrate my son’s 18th birthday on Sunday. I every much enjoy and treasure the family times I have with my children. I never had those things when I was a child. It was hard going to school after the holidays and nothing had happened while I was away. The children at school came back excited and happy, I just came back. I was glad to be a school, it wasn’t as boring as being at home. But school itself was not fun as my mother’s religion was odd and made me look like a freak for all the rules I had to follow.
I think about those kind of things while I use my hard-won freedom to set up my tree. I even have a little bitty electric tree I am going to sit up in the other room. Just because I can. I do love lights too. Maybe I will go buy some more. Who knows, I am totally in the Christmas decorating spirit today.
Merry Christmas and happy decorating to all of you.