We undecorated yesterday. And for many reasons; it's not my favorite day of the year. First of all, help is scarce. Everyone wants to put up the tree. Everyone has tons of homework when it comes to taking the tree down.But the worst of it is, packing up the memories. Our tree is covered with ornaments -- each holds a story; almost like the pensieve from the Harry Potter books. Trips to Maine, or the wedding roadtrip to Virginia. That's a Great Grandpa ornament. Memere's sand dollar from her bowling banquet. Peggy D forever. Off to Europe with Nana and Grandpa. Disney, Disney, Disney. Good times. Great people. All packed away for another year. Well almost, there is one ornament that stays out. Too fragile to weather the climate changes in the attic, she sits on a shelf; smiling the year long. Great Nana's little bell girl.
Bell Girl holds the memories of camping, of learning to sew, of Thanksgivings and 4th of Julys so long ago. Waking to the smell of bacon, and being wrapped in woolen car blankets by the campfire. Of Christmas plays on the stairs, hiking in the White Mountains, and eating bologna sandwiches and watermelon on the porch.
I just can't pack those memories away.
5 comments:
Un-Christmasing is just the pits. I'm right there with you and like yours, my house becomes strangely empty when it comes time to take down.
BTW, that was me.
Hi Tammy :-)
Christmas is such a wonderful celebration. It's almost sad to put any of it away.
True. My little one has kept out an angel jingle bell she made this year. I guess she likes to keep a little Christmas out all year long. Good girl. Great heart.
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