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Getting Out Christmas

Gerald got down the big boxes of Christmas decorations from the high closet shelf for me. Maybe I should say big boxes of memories rather than decorations.

 The beautiful porcelain angels for the top of the piano that a long-ago Sunday School class gave me, cause me to think of Brenda, Shirley, Tom, Keith, Roger, Renee, and the others in that class as I place them..  Somewhere else (evidently in another box I haven’t opened yet) is another angel that this class gave me, and she has a white lacy skirt and golden colored wings.  I will stand on a stool and put her high on top of the wall cabinets that divide the dining room from the kitchen.  Little hands won’t bother the angel up there as she looks down once again on our holiday gatherings.

The unique one-piece nativity set that Vickie and Gerry gave me in 1996 (according to a notation on the box) is already on the fireplace mantel in the living room.   Their more recent angel with the changing colored lights will be plugged in somewhere along with the lovely lighted ornaments that Geri Ann made and the other one Trent and Brianna made and gave me.

 After  the carpet is vacuumed, I will put down the inexpensive plastic nativity set that I first bought for an open house at Johnson Hall (my college dorm) in 1951.  I have used it every year since—or at least what is left of it.  Some broken figures have been replaced by ones I picked up at a rummage sale.  This set was the one our four children played with every Christmas.  I will set it on the floor by the piano, so any little visitors can handle the animals and baby Jesus. Other non-breakable items will go in front of the books on the low shelves of the bookcase near by, where children can reach them.  

I am waiting to make a decision about whether to buy a new tree for the living room—a pre-lit one.  If I do, the replaced tree will go to the family room, and the family room tree will be given away.  It was Mother and Dad’s tree at Goreville after Daddy quit bringing in a tree from the farm, so it must be close to 40 years old.  For a year or two after they could no longer put this artificial tree up, I did so for them.  But seeing me put up the old-fashioned tree with its many colored-coded branches made Mother nervous, and she and Dad insisted I take the tree.  

At that time, we still cut a real tree from our land for our family room over at Pondside Farm.  So I used Mom and Dad’s gift in the living room along with mice and candy cane decorations, which I passed on some years ago. Here at Woodsong, I have used the old tree in the family room with all the many years of decorations (many child-made) that we have accumulated in over 50 years of marriage.  Included on the tree are the remains of the two boxes of glass ornaments I bought in the after-Christmas sales the year we were engaged from the Anna dime store.  I also use a small box of ornaments from my in-laws’ home that no one else wanted and I could not stand to see sold in a yard sale.  

Christmases past surround me as I unearth the contents of the boxes and look forward to Christmas 2008.