What fun a mother has at Christmas time. When it’s time each year to set up and trim the Christmas tree, it is like receiving a multitude of presents. With each box that is opened revealing the ornaments and trimmings for the tree, there are gifts inside. The gifts of Christmas past. This year, I just wasn’t in the mood for Christmas at all. As empty nesters for quite a bit now, the memories flood in of all the Christmas times we’ve had when the kids were still at home. Some memories are of tiny tots, school age, and even as teenagers verging upon adulthood. This year, it was just me trimming a tree. (hubby is inspiration as he sits and observes..lol, but that’s okay by me). No more do we have little hands hanging ornaments wifty/wafty here and there; mostly hanging from the bottom branches. I finally did venture up to the attic to bring all the trimmings down. I’d decided I would spread them out, take inventory, and decide what to pitch to the thrift store. I ended up pretty much not being able to part with anything. I’d forgotten the Santa ornament that was on the first present that was given to our firstborn by his aunt 48 years ago.
I’d forgotten the handmade crafts that I’d made when the kids were small as I filled the early days with things to keep busy while some napped or just played on the floor.
Large one is candy dish snowman
Christmas egg ornament..fun to make.
I’d forgotten the Santa made from Reader’s Digest in school by little hands.
I’d forgotten the ornaments that house pictures of my little ones including now the grandchildren ones given as gift ornaments. I’d forgotten that each had their own unusual crocheted stocking (a MaryJane crocheted shoe for the girl and tennis shoes for the boys) that have been handed down to them as they celebrate their own Christmas.
You can tell this is first one I made, got carried away and made it too large.
I’d forgotten the three bears that I crocheted as a gift to my young son when there was little money for gifts, and the heartbreak of realizing he thought it was a coveted gift he wanted when he saw the large wrapped box, but the heartwarming way that he hugged them and said he loved them when in essence he didn’t. He is 43 now and each Christmas we laugh about the three bears, but still have them. :)
So, with each box that I opened the memories were and always are the best gifts for me as a mom of the Christmas season as well as the true gift of Jesus’ birth.
These Angels were easy and fun to make. Just gauze pretty much soaked with glue and formed over a styrofoam cone. I used kk_Sophia on the background of the Angel collage to share with Texture Tuesday:
Merry Christmas from Razzy to all your Fur-babies too.