Yesterday it was that day I love and the day I dread, De-Christmasing the house. I love all the holiday décor and want it up right after Thanksgiving, in fact, the very day after for me is the day to turn from the Thanksgiving holiday to Christmas. I am one of those anal retentive people that like to have my tree up, cards out, and most of the presents bought and under the tree right after Thanksgiving is a wrap. Then I can relax and enjoy all the folderol of the season and focus on friends, family and Jesus birth!
Taking down Christmas though is also a journey, a reminder of the places we have been and a reminder, a jolt of the beauty of travel. I am not a big souvenir girl I don’t bring home lots of things from my trips, but jewelry and ornaments are my thing. Taking down the tree, I saw the pineapple ornament that brought back a memory of Hawaii and the Dole pineapple farm we visited with my brother-in-law and sister-in-law and our friend Curt. The Paris ornament brought a wash of memories of the year I turned 50 and Keith took me to the most romantic city in the world.
The blue and white ornaments from Brussels and the new Deere ornament I gave to Keith and picked up in French Lick, Indiana this year were also at the top of my memory making holiday removal day. Perhaps the most poignant were the German Christmas ornaments from the Christmas market in Chicago that we gave to my late mother-in-law as a wedding present when she remarried at 75. They have come back to us and mean the world to me now. There is also a few remaining crocheted stars that my Aunt Ellen made for me when I first was married. Somehow these have survived from our first Christmas.
Children and grandchildren memories combine now and taking down Christmas is a sentimental activity. I get my house back, the clean, de-cluttered lines of home re-emerge, but I lose the twinkling lights where I pore over the memories with Keith of where we have been and where we plan to go.
How about you? What memories does Taking Down Christmas evoke?