Christmas comes but once a year
and those years are beginning to blur.
It is only when I start to decorate the tree,
that the years separate and slow.
Rosie's place setting decorations for a Christmas party.
when I worked in publishing and was feeling flush.
Monika's mother's crocheted lace angel
sent from Poland.
Maddy's peg doll angel
when we were still running together.
Marian's glittery cherub given to the boys
when we used to visit her on Christmas Eve.
She never put the tree up until then.
A knitted doll from the Bonhoeffer Church Christmas Fair.
Rachael's felted decoration from the Waldorf School Fair.
The oldest decorations from home -
there before I was and miraculously survived -
the bell that really rings.
One tiny bauble which brings back the smell
of pine needles on an icy cold morning
before my father lit the fires.
What a lovely post. I hope the years to come will bring you many more decorations that will slow time so happily and well.
ReplyDeleteYes! That is exactly how it seems to me, when I look at the years of collected decorations. I remember each one and it's story. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteWhat Mise said...........
ReplyDeleteLovely post! And lovely new room - I'm a bit behind. And equally lovely view. I didn't realise that you lived in the country. How wonderful!
ReplyDeleteLovely. Perfectly lovely. And thank you for sharing them.
ReplyDeleteI think it was you who pointed me towards Nice Irma's, so you should get a credit there too.
DeleteOh! Yes, it probably was me! I still miss that shop.
DeleteYes , and all the wonky angels and Santas that were lovingly made over the years by our children at school ....
ReplyDeleteOh, lovely. A memory tree indeed.
ReplyDeleteWishing you and yours a delightful Christmas and many blessings for the New Year.
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