Every year, most of us trudge to either the attic or the basement to pull out boxes of holiday decorations. Among the green and golds, we find some precious treasures. As I dig through the boxes, I find ornaments made years ago by the older children. I see them and sort of long to return to the days of their youth. I would love, to once again, see their happy, greedy, little faces on Christmas morning. Watching them rip, tear and then scream to each other what they got. Enjoying our breakfast and then relaxing while we figured out how things worked or played one of the new games. I feel blessed that I have a last little one to refresh our tree with ornaments of her own design. I have ornaments I bought as souvenirs, and ones that were given by friends. When we are done, my tree drips with sentiment and lights.
Just as I did, my children have their own favorites out of our own family decorations. We have an animated Santa that has been around forever. He always go under the tree, next to the candied ladder of elves. I have a cheap little Santa train that everyone always wants to play with. My favorite is the one from my childhood. I loved our plastic Bakelight church. When my older ones were little, my mother gave it to me to have in my own home. I was delighted that it became a part of my family’s Christmas decor. I have the same feeling every time I pull it out and look for someplace safe to set it.
I remember being that child on Christmas. I remember my parents trudging in the boxes and how we kids enjoyed seeing the decorations come out. We would hang the all the blue and red balls, while the color wheel hummed and change the tint of our silver tinsel tree. I remember how we hung the ornaments we had made in years before. I was always waiting for the box with the little church to come out. I thought it was beautiful. The painted stained glass windows glowed from a light inside and a it had a music box that played “Silent Night.” Over and over, I would wind the music box and I would turn out the lights to see how pretty it shown in the dark. I treasure this piece of my past and all the memories it holds. I hope someday one of my children will do the same.
What about you? Do you have a favorite sentimental holiday decoration? Please share your holiday memories.
A note from Pam@IW:
The Nativity Scene pictured above is a very sentimental decoration to my family. My father died in 1955 and left my mother with 3 children under the age of five and pregnant with me. His very close friend and co-worker, Emil, painted this nativity scene and gifted our family with this to help us celebrate our Christmas in 1957. Emil married our mother in 1959 and they celebrated their 50th anniversary last year. Emil (he has always been referred to as Dad in our family) is a very remarkable and talented man in many ways and you will see his writings from time to time here at Imperfect Women.
This Nativity Scene has been proudly displayed outside during the holiday season at my parent’s home for over 50 years. My parent’s recently moved into an apartment in town and so now this Nativity Scene has been passed on to my younger brother and will continue to shine at night during the holiday season. It is amazing that his artwork has never needed any touch up. The picture attached here shows the Nativity Scene back in 1958.