I’m one of those people who has a Christmas tree decorated with a hodgepodge of memories. My main family tree is adorned with old and dated ornaments — and to this imperfect collection, I’ve added one every year since my son, Ben, was born.
Since my granddaughter, Colette, was born, the collection has changed from boyish selections to primarily pink, frilly ones, but I keep right on collecting and putting them on the tree year after year.
My son remains unimpressed, and that’s ok because Colette proclaimed, while fingering the ornaments one by one, that her Nana has the best Christmas tree EVER. I’m not sure she’s even noticed the other tree — a modern, pencil shaped one covered in only silver and gold with matching ribbon and more that is Ben’s preference.
Here’s hoping I have about 40 more years of collecting junky ornaments and at least one of them will someday have a place on my granddaughter’s holiday tree.