The Memory Tree

As we approach Epiphany (celebrating the wise men’s visit to Jesus described in Matthew 2), the traditional Christmas celebration for the eastern church, I wanted to reflect on the importance of a Christmas tree in our home.

This year we motored to Freddies instead of our favorite tree farm to get our tree. We found one, and it has been in our garage and then front room for a week. Yesterday I had to get it decorated because Jaxon, our grandson was coming to spend the afternoon.

So, I got out the boxes and decorations in my famous grinchly attitude. First the lights (only the colored strings worked enough this year, and since this is our year to not have family at Christmas, it didn't really matter?). Then the decorations.

That was when the memories came flooding back. We've accumulate quite a collection of decorations over 42 Christmases. Each one brought back a time, a place, or a person.

There were the decorations Carol hand painted for our second Christmas (only one of the toy soldiers made from TP rolls for our first Christmas together still languishes in a box). We couldn't afford much.

Then I broke out the original Grant nativity set--with figures about 1 inch high. How our kids loved that manger scene, even though it says more about our financial condition at that time (or my inherent stinginess) than our love for Jesus and His birth.

There were
• 3 Baby's first Christmas decorations, 73, 79 and 82.
• Countless treble and bass clefs, musical notes, bells, and pianos from Carols' piano students over the years.
• Plastic, stained glass appearing decorations from long ago friends
• Tiny wire and glass ornaments from friends
• Picture ornaments from each of our grandchildren
• Tiny flip-flops and palm trees from our Thanksgiving vacation in Maui
• Many angels
• Kewpie doll ornaments from my mother for our oldest
• Picture ornaments each of our children made in elementary school
• A ferry for our son's hobby
• A tiny Starbucks cup
• Knitted Santa Claus faces
• Bells made by national Christians in South America-

And, at the top of the tree, the angel our oldest made in Kindergarten, looking down over 42 years of memories.

It was a great experience that made me thankful for all those who have contributed to our Memory Tree over the year. What a special surprise that removed all the Grinch from my attitude and started Christmas for me.