Last night was the final installation of our Christmas decorations- the tree (Balsam Fir) was strung with lights and ornaments hung, all while watching Burl Ives' Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer on TV. It was quite a picturesque moment- SHM and I going through our ornaments,some new and sentimental (a red Adirondack chair from our Nantucket Mini-Moon, a lighthouse from Hilton Head, when we first got engaged, a glass evil eye from Istanbul), some old and sentimental (a blond little tennis boy made out of clay was that very in-style in 1986). We realized with a laugh, that it didn't matter how pretty (or un-pretty) the ornaments were, they were carefully saved because they were given to us by someone special, or bought when we were somewhere special (like the various Boston Terrier ornaments we now have or my blue embroidered camel from Delhi). What's most important to us, is that every ornament on our tree has a story, a meaning or a connection to someone we love.
What a nice way to start the season.