This week, I have decorated seven Christmas trees. Tomorrow, I will do five more. make that seven more. And I haven't even started my own house decorating yet! You'd think I would be burned out...transforming the church atrium and then transforming our home. But, really, I can't get enough of Christmas decorating! Each year, I think I will do less and add more. Each year, another little space gets another little something special.
This weekend, I will unwrap a cupboard full of vintage ornaments, and boxes of glass beads and balls, ropes of antique silver tinsel garland. I treasure each one of them, and it's not until they are all in place, a jumble of generations and eras, that they whisper Christmas. Each shiny bauble and
tarnished Shiny Brite tell a story of Christmas past, and I long to have been there to see with my own eyes the magnificent trees draped in special treasures. I have some ornaments from my own childhood...some from my mother's old collection, some from JR's grandmother ...and of course, the ornaments of my own children's school-aged creations.
And they all seem to fit together to create that magic that most
From 1910 to 1960, 1990 to today.
Poland, Germany, Czechoslovakia and United States ....
But, here's what I want to know....tinsel or no tinsel?