Thursday, December 16, 2010

Una historia...

....every year when it's time to take down the Christmas tree I feel so sad...

..I try delaying doing it as much as I can...I use every excuse in the book to buy more time...like,  keeping up with Graceland and puting everything away the day after Elvis' birthday, on January 8th...

...I remember once my cousin called to inform me that Mardi Gras was about to begin and that it was time to stop celebrating Christmas!!!!

...ok, so I love Christmas and my tree has so much sentimental value for me and I'll tell you why...

...we bought it in 1988...Yes, 1988.  Back then it cost us 24,000 drachmas meaning $91,00.  It was just the two of us...we wanted to stop buying fresh out of respect for Nature..we thought it looked beautiful... 2,5 meters high and we had decorated it in the most kitchy way!

...the year we had our baby girl I had put white lacy booties and pink ribbons on its branches...after that, every year I would use a different theme, but for the past 5 years I have kept a certain style that has pieces of my life, our lives, my past and people that I love...

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...from an old Macy's box  come some ornaments from the 70's from when I was growing up in New York... they all have soul ...





...in every single one of them I see a girl who danced to disco music, wore mood rings and bell bottoms, loved to watch "Three is company", and wrote 4E on her books...


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....I'm sure that Priscilla Presley's tree has no trace of the King...well...MerryChristmasbaby...huh!


...we have, the Vegas years...


...the '68 special...


...blue Hawaii...wait, there's more!


...the army years...and some others that I  don't want to bore you with...


...my tree is wrapped in vines that I collected, many years ago, from a field near my daughter's school, after I had dropped her off...

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...I also have a thing with Angels...







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...I keep a piece from my mom's chandelier...



...my son's first Christmas rattle and my daughter's first ornament...


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...there's candy cane and cookies...

...also, ornaments that I have made in the past, out of salt dough...

...my aunt's lace is wrapped around it as a big hug...

... and some toys from my mom's tree...

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...I love my tree because it's full of memories...
...I love it because every year it reminds me of the past and of the changes...

...and when I finally decide to take it down, I always make a wish for the next year and leave an ornament on one of its branches...for company...until we meet again...

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4 comments:

annebel said...

Thank you for sharing this with us ! By the way, did you remember this year to dress up the Christmas tree before your place is full of gingerbread houses, in order to avoid any accidents in the gingerbread-village ?
Kisses, Anne.

Manya said...

Yes, it was done in that order, Annie!

Health Nut Bake Shop said...

What a wonderful Christmas story. You are such an inspiration, for a mother with young children it's a great way to become more connected with your family, and to make the holidays more personal & festive.

Lynn said...

I so love your history! I feel the same way about our ornaments - old friends that return year after year to remind us of happy times and of years gone by. Precious!