Sorting through the Christmas ornaments is a highlight of our season.
I find the one for 1983, the year of our first Christmas when our living room was the size of our current bathroom and required a narrow tree or our guests became part of the decorations. My fingers move lovingly over the plastic one I purchased from a dear friend when her son was only six. He’s now the father of two. I wonder briefly if he is happy in his role.
A sea dollar from Key West sends me to balmy nights listening to the sea crash and a dinner reservation that began with a boat trip and ended at a gracious restaurant on a nearby island with some of the best food and most luxurious service ever.
An eggshell decorated with cream-colored enamel with tiny ceramic roses in its center takes me back to Dubrovnik, Croatia, during our one and only cruise. As I remember the cruise, I walk the streets of Venice, ride along the Amalfi Coast on a narrow road in a Trailways bus, hoping to survive the trip. At the end of that gorgeous but harrowing ride, I arrive in Pompei where scenes from my history books come alive in living color.
Some of the ornaments evoke sadness as they mark the deaths of loved ones, but the sadness fades as the next ornament reminds us of the trip to Mystic, Connecticut and a slice of pizza that was worth all the hype.
The National Cathedral ornament where my husband’s composition, Thy Light is Come was performed as part of the holiday concert falls into my hand. I smile as I remember that enormous crowd surging to its feet in wild applause as he took his bows and how my heart filled with pride at his talent.
Last, I select the red and white striped lady’s leg a salesperson at Home Depot begged us to purchase after Christmas for sixteen cents because it was the last ornament in the entire store. That unwanted, unloved ornament decorates our tree every year because it’s a memory worth keeping.
Finding joy in this COVID-laced Christmas season has required effort and a bit of determination. But not even COVID could diminish the pleasure we get from our memory tree.