The colorful ghosts of Christmas past emerged this weekend, sparking wishes for future memories.
After I did my Friday night groceries, I returned home to Christmas cheer thanks to T and the hubby.
It’s only mid November, but it’s family tradition to put up the tree, decorations and lights after Remembrance Day.
Christmas is without a doubt T’s favourite time of the year and he was counting down the days this past week till the tree went up.
T was reunited with giant inflatable Santa, which we quickly moved from the living room to outside because it was distracting T from his homework and well, everything else.
The hubby wrapped lights around the two trees in our yard. The bright white light – pictured below from last winter – feels so healing.
T did a great job helping the hubby decorate the tree. No ornaments were broken this year!
The tree reminds us of happy memories.
The ornaments document our family’s travels, including moments from the hubby and my 19 years together.
I’d like to share a few highlights:
This panda was from a street vendor when we visited Beijing, a few months after China hosted the Olympics in 2008.
This tiny Eiffel Tower keychain was from a street vendor in Paris. The hubby strung a ribbon through and turned it into an ornament.
This elephant was from our once-in-a-lifetime cross country trip to India nearly a decade ago.
The hubby is obsessed with the Royal Family and these ornaments are from The Stodgy… I mean, The Royal Collection store near Buckingham Palace.
This llama was from Peru, our last solo trip before T came into our lives unexpectedly a few months later.
And of course, we must represent Canada – and what better way to do so than a box of Tim Hortons timbit.
My favourite ornaments are the homemade ones that T’s teachers created with him over the years using supplies like a plastic cup, construction paper and a photo of T’s sweet face.
These are flimsy and amateur ornaments but they hold the warmest memories and most value. We pack them away into storage with great care.
It’s startling to me that it’s nearing Christmas. I genuinely feel like we just celebrated it.
Time flies and during these darker still-pandemic days, any way to light up the dark – literally and figuratively – is very welcomed.
Looking at our tree and the years of memories it represents, it makes me feel hopeful for new memories that lie ahead.
I look forward to discovering more of the world in the years ahead with T by our side.
The ghosts of Christmas past light the way for the future.