Dear Christmas Tree,
We wait for your presence all year long. For that special time of year when you become the center piece of our little home. No other piece of furniture, decoration, photograph, or picture can make our home as cozy as you do. Our home becomes a safe haven, a place to hide away from the stresses of the outside world and the cold winter weather. The power to bring that solace belongs solely to you.
Yesterday, we trekked out to a farm in the country side to find you. We searched and searched. Some trees were too bushy, too tall, too patchy, or too small. And then there you stood. So majestic. It was as if you were branches were reaching out to us. saying “Yes, I am yours, take me home!”
We strapped you atop of our car roof and happily drove you home. Once you were in our living room, you made yourself right at home. Melting into the atmosphere – this is where you were meant to live, to spread your joy. You fill the air with the smell of Christmas.
It smells like a 6-year-old Katie too excited to fall asleep on Christmas eve, after putting out cookies for Santa on that special plate.It smells like a 8-year-old Katie lying under the tree, mesmerized by the season. It smells like singing Up on the House Top at the top of my lungs as Mom plays the piano. It smells like watching Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer with my brother while eating home made chocolate chip cookies. It smells like wrapping paper being ripped open on Christmas morning with grandparents. It smells like love.
We donned you with lights and gave you a skirt. Next came the ornaments. Oh those ornaments. Each one with its own little story. And each one has found a perfect branch to hang from. All of those memories hanging from your branches so brilliantly. I have received an ornament or two every year of my life, there are 30 years displayed on you, dear Christmas tree. You carry it with grace and add to their beauty.
Christmas tree, you fill us with hope. You remind us of the joys of Christmas pasts. You fill us with thoughts of innocence. We are reminded to slow things down. To take time to remember, to be hopeful, and to believe in magic.
When the time comes to take you down, our house will feel barren. The ornaments and their stories will be boxed up until next year when they can once again come out and play and help us believe that anything is possible.