Through a series of events which remain hotly contested, pitting my sister and I against our mother, the ornaments of my childhood are in the possession of Jamie and me. They were divided between us using a system about as advanced Rock, Paper, Scissors. We both remain convinced the other got some particular ornament through trickery, deception or outright theft.
It’s surreal to unwrap the old ones each year mixed in with the ones Baby Daddy and I have collected since we got married. Every year, I’m surprised to see something appear out of the tissue in which Baby Daddy so carefully wrapped it the previous year. “I forgot I had that!” is like another Christmas carol in this house.
Unfortunately, not all of the old ornaments have successfully made the journey with me. Some have served faithfully and well, but just weren’t designed for more than three decades of travel and moving.
I was a little melancholy about the ornament retirements until I started looking at the fully covered tree. It’s bursting with Christmas cheer that might be new, without decades of memories. But they are equally sentimental.
No matter what ornaments decorate your tree, may they bring you joy!