I hate putting Christmas away.
December was such a busy month, and I was late at getting everything done. It was a struggle trying to accomplish what was expected of me! By the time we got the tree up a few days before the boys came home, to after the New Year'd been rung in, seemed like such a short time, and already I was faced with the task of undressing it!
I was kind of sad, and grouchy about the job at hand. But what started out as a chore, was transformed into a walk down memory lane, a trail of blessings.
I guess I must have missed it when I decorated the tree a couple of weeks prior, being under the pressure of having to get it done!
Taking those trimmings off the tree, one at a time, made me think of all the people who gifted the ornaments to our family over the years.
|I made a series of crocheted balls one year.|
|Another year, folded stars with cross-stitch|
The homemade ones that the kids made while they were in school, or spending an afternoon with Granny.
|Gail made these adorable Santas|
|Deda's spray-painted pinecones|
The bronze spray-painted pine cones tied with cotton string, remind me of Dan's grandfather, who is long gone from our lives...
|Quilted spools one year.|
Who would've thought, that these adornments would serve as frozen moments of time?
|from a family whose kids I'd taught Sunday School one year|
I'm glad I didn't miss this blessing the second time, because it communicated the love shared over the years.... that surfaces but once a year.
|Plastic canvas Santas held Hershey's kisses|
|made after his first Christmas!|
|nail-punched frozen juice tins|
|dough ornaments made before I was married|