At his first sight of our Christmas tree, my 3-year-old grandson, Alex, said, “Oh, wow!” His gorgeous brown eyes were wide. Mickey Mouse winked on the chest of his grey and white T-shirt. His hand was clapped to his mouth. “It’s beautiful, Grammy!”
“Look at this one, Alex,” his 5-year-old brother, Luke, said, as he pointed to a photo ornament. His voice was excited; he grinned. “It’s a picture of you!”
For the next few minutes, the boys searched for their picture ornaments and those precious handprint ornaments made by both in earlier years of pre-school. The Christmas tree my husband, Bill, and I, had decorated yesterday is a mixture of photo ornaments and the hand-made creations of our children and grandchildren, as well as mementos of our travels and lives together, and the lives we shared with our late spouses.
Each year, I am like a kid in a candy shop as I unwrap the ornaments that I folded with care into tissue at the end of the season the previous year. Christmas tree decoration is a walk down the Main Street of Memory.
“What’s this, Grammy?” said Alex. He pointed to a miniature, blue-speckled camp coffee pot. “That remembers when your Mama, her Papa and I liked to camp,” I said.
“I like this one,” Luke said. He pointed to an interlocked set of red, white, and green wooden hearts. “That’s from when your Mama was first born,” I said. “Grammy, I think that one needs to be in a better place,” Luke said. He moved it to where it stood out a little more on our beautiful Balsam Hill tree.
For the next ten minutes, the boys busied themselves relocating the ornaments to places they told me “Look nicer, Grammy!”
There was a time in my life when I would have freaked out that two or three ornaments now dripped from the same branch. No more. Sixty-nine rotations through Advent have taught me that the season’s gifts of presence, patience and joy are best glimpsed through the eyes of a child.
© Linda Sandel Pettit, Ed.D., 2022
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