|My Start on a New Tradition of Christmas Decor |
thanks to my friend, Kim.
One divorce and one natural disaster with our house later and all our traditions were gone. Not one survived. Gone was pipe cleaner Rudolph. Lost forever was the little bell that had made me smile. Not even our nativity scene or our beautiful Martha Stewart tree had survived the damage. I mourned that loss deeply. Not because of the "things" but because of what they had meant. It was just one more way in which my life had changed forever.
Last year, Sam and I once again went to the out building to fetch what we had for Christmas decorations. My new mother-in-law had been kind enough to gift us with some left overs from years gone by from her daughter's collection. I didn't have the heart to begin again that first year anyway. So we used the things my mother-in-law gave to us and it wasn't decorating as we remembered it, but we were so grateful to have some Christmas back in the house and looking back from a year's perspective I realize that it is the time spent together and not the "things" that make the tradition and keep it alive.
And so it is with a determined heart that I begin again to collect decorations and make new traditions. And so I was delighted when a friend gifted me with some of her collection so that I could add to what my mother-in-law gave to me as we make a new start. And although I miss Rudolph and the little hands who made him, I'm delighted with my new Santa and reindeer and proud of my son who is now a young college man, and who delivered Mr. Claus to me and helped me set him up. Love, family, and friendship...and time spent together. Those are the TRUE traditions that last.