Over the years,I've had my own traditions and activities that make Christmas meaningful. It made no difference where I was in the world, New Orleans, Cadrieu, Ferguson, Holland, Germany or some other locale; I found a way to bring something of my own to make it special for me. One of the things I used to do was bring my Christmas Lamb ornament along with me. He was easy: light; pretty; easy; and, laden with meaning.
He was always the first ornament that went on my tree every Christmas no matter where I was in the world. He'd been a late 80's Christmas present to me from my friend Denny. Denny later died from AIDS. Every year I found his spirit embodied in my sweet Christmas Lamb when I hung him on my tree.
This year was no different. I'd begun to get the tree up and ready. There he was. He hung alone for a few days, until I began to put the rest on little by little.
I had all my special ornaments there in the living room ready to be put on the tree. Some I'd brought from New Orleans. Some, Mom had sent. Almost all are gone now, except a plastic container that held tiny china Hummel-like ornaments that Mom had sent over and an iron Eiffel Tower.
Jane comes today to take me shopping for some essentials. Riding my bike in Cajarc, I found some tiny trees that might just be perfect size for a window in the apartment...I want to get one to holiday us up. I've got what's left of my ornaments to hang. Jane gave me a beautiful sparkling gold Eiffel Tower yesterday...and ornaments or not...we will be filled with all the different meaningful spirits my ornaments held, but above all-the spirit of Christmas.
Happy Friday!
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