Back-story: Like most military families, we moved around a lot while I was growing up. Different houses, different streets, schools, friends, seasons, neighborhoods, you name it. I went to two colleges and grad school, each in a different city. Then I moved to California and got married and continued to move, twice more. Divorced and moved 4 more times in the course of 5 years. Came back *home* to the Midwest (I use the term lightly -- having lived everywhere from Maine to SoCal and everywhere in between) and rented a place before marrying again and buying this house...
All of this is to say, I have celebrated Christmas in a heck of a lot of places in a variety of circumstances ... and through it all, I have had my little wooden Christmas ornaments.
Every year my Grammy sent my sister and me one new ornament each (along with a new nightgown that we promptly wore that for Christmas morning photos and never wore again. Always of that awful synthetic 'hangnail fabric', as we called it. Tell me you know what I mean.) My mom did a wonderful thing by labeling the ornaments with our initial and year and we were able to keep track of them. When I went off to California and got married, mom carefully wrapped up each of my ornaments and sent them to me. For my own tree.
I love them. I can remember as a kid being a little afraid of the lumberjack.
And wishing I could take the baby out of the bassinet.
Pulling the darling parasol out of her other knobby 'hand'. And wishing I had a rocking horse like this.
Needing to ice skate 'right now!' and leave trails. Wanting a scarf like that.
Thinking she is *so* pretty.
Every time I open these ornaments, it all comes rushing back. I have been tempted over the years to do a 'fancy tree' like my sister. Or a themed tree. Or just get new ornaments because mine are a hodge-podge of styles and themes and colors.
But they've always been there! When I was pregnant with my first baby. When I decked the halls of the first house I owned. And those Christmases as a single mom when things were so very lean and we made popcorn garland and I propped my tree up on cans of green beans because it was so short. When I finally got to move back *home* to the Midwest and celebrate in person with my family...
They are just little wooden ornaments my Grammy started giving me 35 years ago. And they are starting to look a little weathered around the edges. (Hey, who isn't???) But I love each one and was so happy to see them again this year.
[*edited to add: You'd think with a Pr/Advertising degree I'd be able to edit a blog post. Yikes.]