Every year I add an ornament to the Tree and give ornaments to my daughters--beautiful, fun or memory catchers.
New this Christmas, Jesse made me a Comanche love token with the feathers of the parjarito del amor, beads and bell, and he and I picked out a cross to remember our first Christmas together, since we met in church. It's hanging on his little tree now, unique among the red balls and glass candy kisses.
Abi saved me one of her lovely glass and bead kanji ornaments of Peace-Joy-Love, deep purple.
Rebekah gave me a green pot which won't grow a tree but will grow a living ornamental pepper plant, a new take on Christmas ornaments. It's on my desk. I spray it every day.
One of the Christmas books Santa gave the girls long ago, which has been handed down to Rylan, illustrates little tree by e e cummings.
little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower . . .
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy . . .
A Christmas tree might be called a Story Tree or a Memory Tree. I'm always a little sad in January to pack the spangles away until next year, but what fun when Christmas rolls around again.
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| Comanche Love Token |
Abi saved me one of her lovely glass and bead kanji ornaments of Peace-Joy-Love, deep purple.
Rebekah gave me a green pot which won't grow a tree but will grow a living ornamental pepper plant, a new take on Christmas ornaments. It's on my desk. I spray it every day.
One of the Christmas books Santa gave the girls long ago, which has been handed down to Rylan, illustrates little tree by e e cummings.
little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower . . .
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i'll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won't be a single place dark or unhappy . . .
A Christmas tree might be called a Story Tree or a Memory Tree. I'm always a little sad in January to pack the spangles away until next year, but what fun when Christmas rolls around again.