Like many of you, we put up our Christmas tree last weekend. It occurred to me that each year it feels like it takes longer and longer. At first I wondered if it was because we were another year older. (What will we do when we can’t climb up into the attic? Put that on my long term planning list!) Sure, that may have something to do with it but then it hit me – it takes me longer because each and every ornament I hang on that tree somehow holds memories: the needlepointed treasures my grandmother made me; the odd, endearing cardboard “things” from the children’s preschool years; the school themed ones from my husband’s many students over the years … each one holds its own story. I suppose that’s one of the many reasons I love having a tree in my livingroom – it’s a bright, colorful representation of many happy years filled with treasured family and friends
