The Christmas tree. Tall and green and decorated as a fixture in our home during the Christmas season. Each year, I sit on our couch next to our tree and admire the decorations that are so carefully placed on its branches. I admire the creativity of the handmade ones. You know the ones. The ones made from clay or paper. The ones that kids bring home from school made especially for you.
The ornaments on the tree each have their own stories. They tell of that first Christmas. They speak volumes about your own childhood or that one special year. And maybe, they remind us of someone we love who is not here.
Ultimately all of the ornaments tell our story. One families story. Of hope, of struggle, of peace and of love.
As you look at your tree this Christmas, my prayer is that the memories that flood your mind are ones of goodness and grace.
Merry Christmas everyone.
Peace!
I thought too about ballet slippers being on your tree. Because as I am said before my daughter Tammy also danced from 4 to 18, and went to heaven at 19. I always look longer at anything that has to do with ballet:] Everything is beautiful! Nancy in SD
body{font-size:10pt;font-family:arial,sans-serif;background-color:#ffffff;color:black;}p{margin:0px;}Thank you, Todd. I see those pink ballet slippers on your tree…they’ll be there as long as you live.Merry Christmas.Lynn