I am not over sentimental.
I have at times been called Scrooge. I don’t love the process of Christmas. I tend to be grumpy when it’s time to put up the tree. For a couple of reasons.
- In a few weeks, it will have to come down and all be put away.
- My family, are a lot like me and are not fans of the process. However I will plow forward and get it done, because in the end, I like to look at the beautiful tree in all of it’s lighted beauty. My family however, does not. I think years would go by and none would suggest putting the tree up or decorating. It’s not their thing. Sometimes I am ok with it, and sometimes not so much.
This year, it was no different. If I ask for help, it will be done, however no one is jumping around getting excited about the Christmas decorating process.
I am already anticipating next year. Baby blueberry will be 8 months old. No, he/she will not be old enough to help but I am already anticipating smiles and giggles as Grammy decorates the tree.
This year as I grumbled to myself as I started to decorate the tree alone, as usual, the boxes of ornaments are laid in front of me. I start to pull them out and floods of memories fill the room. Tears, yes of course.
There are ornaments that my Mom made with love each year. This is one that she made the first year Steve and I celebrated our first Christmas as Mr. and Mrs.
When the kids were growing up, it was a tradition for them/me to receive a yearly ornament documenting their year with a picture. Mom would make one for each child and of course there were church/Sunday school ornaments. Look at my babies.
Steve’s sister used to buy an ornament every year for each family. She loved Disney and one year she found out that I really liked Elvis.
We have numerous fire fighter inspired ornaments.
This one really threw me over the edge. This was bought by my Mammaw when she visited Florida one year. The memories of loved ones no longer walking the earth is such a gift. Mammaw sits with Jesus every day. I have no doubt.
There are homemade ornaments made with love gathered through out the years.
This one…………reminds me that I am loved enough to be sacrificed for.
I will finish the tree tonight. It will be beautiful in my eyes and hopefully those in my family.
Each year I want to be excited to decorate for Christmas. However it just doesn’t happen.
I do however love to remember the sweet sweet memories of the ornaments that go on my tree every year and next year when my sweet blueberry is here, maybe……just maybe there will be some extra excitement through the big old house.
Merry Christmas and good luck getting your decorations done.
The not Scrooge.