One Ornament at a Time.




Christmas has come and gone. The new year opened with a fantastic beginning for our family. We were able to enjoy the company of wonderful friends who gathered at our home on the New Year's Eve. We are grateful for each other, another year, assurance of true peace and many other tangible and intangibles around us.

I had a very special time while taking down the Christmas Decoration this year. We waited till the Jan 2nd to begin our process to take away all the Christmas trimmings and glitter. I was hoping to go through some items with the guys but Erik's school was beginning the following morning and he is also facing a giant of Science Project presentation and Piano Concerto Competition this week,,,, he was up till late but he had to use all his available time for preparation for these events. So, I began the process of taking the lights and all gradually. Erik was playing his piano and the CHristmas tree was right next to him.

As I stood and looked at the tree, and saw some of the ornaments, I had a flash back, so to speak. 1996 was the year that we learned that we were expecting. That year, I had a bit of a gamble when it came to Christmas shopping. I had a sense that I may be suited to be a mother of a boy and not a girl. I was drawn to ornaments that represented boy theme such as trains and airplanes. One of the first ornament I bought was Percey, the train from Thomas the Tank Engine. I imagined that if it turns out to be a girl, I am just going to have to "train" her to love locomotives!

It was fun to have Erik hang green train ornament! I have a few other vehicle ornaments that are dated 1966, a year before he was born! Glad my hunch was right!

Erik was always a cautious and thoughtful child, very unusual in a way. We rarely had to worry that he would touch an ornament and pull it down or break it. But we have one that he accidentally actually broke. I had fun reminding Erik of the time he broke the ornament and he became very upset with himself. He did not like it that a part fell of and that he could not reattach it! He was only a year and a half.

There are some ornaments that remind me of the sweet singing voice he used to have,, he could always carry a tune pretty well. He loved to say, 'o-ly o-ly" at bedtime asking me to sing Holy Holy Holy,,, from our hymn selection in one CD sung by the British choir, called, the Choir of Paisley Abbey.... I thought that it was interesting that he showed strong interest in that type of music rather than kids songs but he still has the same response to the chorale music. IT was precious to watch him respond and begin to sing at loud when familiar carol played one day while we were preparing for company over Christmas. Baritone does something to him...

Life is so short. We must cherish and enjoy it. Erik's mere 14 years with us brings me so much to remember and love. He has certainly grown up to be a special young man. Just look how handsome he is!

As we began our 2012 and took down the Christmas Tree, I thoroughly immersed myself in the stories and memories that each ornament represented. Not only our own small family, I remembered the special friends associated with some of the ornaments and thanked God for special friendship. As I took the last ornament off the tree, my heart was full of stories, some, I had not thought of in years. Someday, I thought to myself, I should write tales to go with each ornament so Erik will always know what a precious history he helped create for our family,,,,,I really should, when my current project ease off, I will write something little about each,,,one ornament at a time!.

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