Is it the shape of its branches?
The color of its twinkling lights?
The sparkle of the ornaments?
The number of presents beneath it?
My tree, although large, has seen many Christmas seasons come and go. Each year, when we pull it out of the garage and remove its storage coat, the branches become a little more weak, a little limper, and more transparent. This season, our old reliable tree stands a little less erect and prefers a slight lean to the right. (Kinda like me) But it is a proud tree, one that continues to carry the weight of its ornaments. (Again, kinda like me.)
My ornaments sparkle, but not from the lights. They sparkle withs the reflection of times past.
Some remind me of activities I once did.
Or that I still do.
Others remind me of places I have been.
Some memorialize my parents.
I see my children when they were young,
and the ornaments they made long before they became parents.
I see my four-legged friends that I have lost years before.
And the one I have recently lost.
I see faces of my friends when I hang their gifted ornaments.
And some ornaments I chose simply because I thought them beautiful.
Thank you, old reliable Christmas tree for holding my memories.
If you have a Christmas tree, what do you like about it?