Bound, determined and ready to deck the halls for the holidays this year, I dug out our Christmas decorations just after Thanksgiving; two enormous plastic containers buried under a box of clothes Lucas has outgrown, two boxes of books and a duffel bag full of tools.
It has been four years since we’ve decorated our home for the holidays. You can read why here (!).
As I carefully unwrapped each ornament, it was like seeing long lost friends for the first time in far too long. My mind flooded back to the time and place I had been given or purchased the ornament and my heart smiled; a small wooden Pinocchio from our trip to Florence, several miniature Eiffel Towers, a porcelain rocking horse and my alma mater mascot.
I laid all the decorations out on the guest bed and put a stack of flattened tissue paper back inside one of the containers. In doing so, I found a plastic bag containing a beautiful holiday table cloth my mother had given me. I pulled the table cloth out of the bag, shook in out and in the folds discovered something that had been missing for almost 10 years: a stocking handmade by my grandmother when I was six months old.
I swore my mom had it packed away with her holiday treasures and she was adamant I had it in mine.
All this time, she was right.
I wanted so badly to pick up the phone in that moment and call her and tell her I had found it.
My mother died four years ago so that’s a phone call I’ll never be able to make. Somehow though, I think she knows. She has always known.
We put up our tree last weekend and hung the stocking from the fireplace mantle with care.
This post was written for Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop Prompt 1.) Have you decorated your Christmas tree? Share a favorite Christmas ornament.