The temperature reached seventy-six yesterday and even though I'm a summer lover, I was more than happy to see the thermometer read thirty degrees lower this morning. It was a sunny day with a crisp nip in the air...a perfect day for upholding my tradition to decorate for Christmas on the first weekend in December. I love December. The name of this special month sounds like music to my ears. This afternoon I decorated my first tree of two. It's a narrow tree that lights up my dining room and serves as a decoration in the window to be viewed from the front of the house. It's also my "memory tree". For many years, our main Christmas tree had a miscellaneous theme, loaded with special memories and gifts from years gone by. Now I proudly display it in the front of my house.
See the macaroni bell? It's my favorite ornament of all. Gina made this ornament in the second grade. She couldn't wait a moment to bring it out of her bookbag on a Friday near Christmas and, on that same evening, we went to a "New Kids on the Block" concert in Baltimore. Does anyone remember the rage? We got all poofed up, she with "Mall Bangs" and me with a curly perm to die for, and had a great mother-daughter night. Remember Joey-Joe? The tree ornament below the macaroni bell was her gift to us in the first grade. I have saved everything and this tree, in particular, boasts so much joy including photos of pets we loved and lost, too.
The ornament above is very special to me. If one of my dogs eats this one, I'll be a freaking maniac. I attended first grade in an old Catholic, four-room school house with wooden floors. My teacher, Ms. Griffith, cried a lot because she had charge of fifty (yes, I said 50) first grade students. Our class had a live Christmas tree to decorate and we were asked to bring one ornament from home as our offering. This is the one I chose to bring from home. I was the first kid in my class to show her my beautiful ornament and I will never forget how lovely I made her look that morning. This pink, disco-ball type ball was brighter back in 1960 (eeeeks!), but I still have it. And I have many other ornaments from my parents, vintage 1950's, that I show proudly on this narrow, special tree.
Tomorrow, I'll tackle the big one. On a ladder. No wine. I might fall.