I used to think that taking down the Christmas tree was just a lot of work and I tried to get other unwilling family members to do it. But this year I learned to enjoy it and even treasure the time that it too.
The kids left the day after Christmas and after such a short and sweet time I wasn’t ready to take the tree down. It made the living room look so warm and inviting and gave me a chance to reminisce with each glance. So it stayed up for a while.
Then, when I noticed I was forgetting to plug it in, I decided to take it down myself. So I began removing ornaments and putting them in piles for each child, as some should have their own trees in their own homes next Christmas. Our tradition has been, that we give an ornament each year that represents something from that year of the child’s life:
a cute remark,
or a pet–real or imaginary!
The complaint is that Erick always gets the best ornaments (he did everything first) and that I (as the buyer) seem to lose perspective of what represents a year. But as I carefully took the ornaments off the tree I enjoyed a sweet reminder of our family life.
Each child has a Baby’s First Christmas Ornament–I think the baby born in the fall had the most of them!
I’m pretty sure I mentioned that Christmas trees shouldrepresent Christ and so–
We have some ornaments from early in our marriage next to the most current!
A few ornaments remind us of things we might not want to remember.
Sometimes our ornaments reflected victories, teams we love
or the more personal kind.
A number of ornaments remind us of places we lived and friends we shared our holidays with over the years.
And then they are all packed away, wrapped in tissue, inside a bin, deep in the garage, so we can remember again next year, the room looks empty. I enjoyed this job, I might not share it in the future.
As I thought through the ornaments and the memories, I was reminded of the how faithful God has been to us for so many years. With children and job changes and no jobs and deaths and new life– He has been faithful and our tree is a testament to His love and care for us. Maybe I’ll keep a few ornaments out to remember!
On my bed I remember you;
I think of you through the watches of the night.
Because you are my help,
I sing in the shadow of your wings. Psalm 63: 6.7