Though we thouroughly enjoyed a wonderful Christmas with all of our top tier family members, I must sadly report that we did so without the ornaments we’ve accumulated over the past 44 years, 8 months, and 4 days, 6 hours, and 20 minutes … or thereabouts.
It’s always been a tradition at our house to unwrap each ornament and share memories about where we got it, who may have given it to us, what country we were in at the time … nifty things like that. We searched the house from top to bottom and just couldn’t find them, so Diane resorted to using ornaments that have seen little use over the years. Oddly enough, that turned out to be a good thing because it forced us to remember, without benefit of visual clues.
So, somewhere in this house, tucked away in a dust free box, are the ornaments. We’re confident they will reveal themselves when it’s their turn again. This year they declined to participate, allowing the less fortunate ornaments to shine. We’re good with that.
Besides, Christmas isn’t about trees, and ornaments. It’s about a birthday, and this year maybe He wanted to keep things simple. So, He hid our ornaments.