Taking down the Christmas tree ornaments, it suddenly occurred to me that they were like little histories And quite true to life, I can't remember where some of them came from! But most of them have a unique memory attached to them.
The most precious one is Perky Penguin - a gift from JD when he was four. We had just moved to Reston and he wanted to buy me a gift. The little ornament took all his money and he came in tears to me that he didn't have enough to buy Dad one too! Perky occupies a big heart space each year.
But others come from extended family, colleagues, neighbors, friends, school days... and each one brings a flood of thoughts.
Perhaps that is really the best of Christmas. Not all the chaos of shopping, baking, decorating, parties, presents - but that quiet moment of remembering life on little metal hooks.
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