This article is part of a series from the Missouri Women Bloggers called “Show Me Your Christmas Tree.” I’m delighted to join my fellow lady bloggers to share some holiday tidings from the heartland.
Sleigh bells ring. Are you listening? That’s the sound blaring from Pandora as I once again adorn my home for the holidays.
I wish I could tell you that I’m full of bright hope and good cheer this Christmas, but that’s not quite the truth. This is my first holiday season without my mom, and it’s more bitter than sweet. I miss her terribly, and I feel the depth of her absence all the more at this time of year. But as I find myself thinking, “I don’t want to do this,” I remember what Mom would say: “Just keep pedaling.” Keep moving forward on this winding journey and make the very most of every day. So that’s what I’m doing. On we go.
This year, I’m keeping it simple with the Christmas decorations. However, when it comes to the tree, I’ve gone big. Really big. In fact, my wonderful husband picked out the tallest, wildest, funkiest tree he could find, and I love it. It’s perfect.
We found our tree at the D&G Christmas Tree Farm in Louisburg, KS. The pickin’s were a bit slim when we arrived, but after hunting around through a field of rejects, my husband had a true Clark Griswold moment. There, in the distance, was the Nord Family Tree. Sure, it had some bald spots and a terribly crooked trunk, but it was speaking to us. It wanted to live in our house. So we chopped it right down. (When I say “we,” I mean the hubs, of course.)
In no time, we had that tree propped up in our entryway and tied to the stair railing for good measure. (After all, we do have children who would love nothing more than to bring the whole thing down on their heads.) Next came the lights, ornaments, ooooohs and ahhhhhs.
I’ll admit…this tree is not the prettiest. It is not Pinterest perfect. It’s not carefully adorned with the latest Pottery Barn ornaments and next-gen LED bulbs. But it is decorated with love and memories, and that’s the way it should be. Every item we hang on our tree holds sentimental value—the funny little red cardinals from my mom, the doll my husband's father brought home from Vietnam. The “baby’s first Christmas” ornaments. The little drummer boy that I’ve had since I was just a tadpole. These decorations are all dear to me because they remind me of the people I love—those who are with me now and those I will see again someday.
Christmas past. Christmas present. Many more Christmases to come. God bless us, everyone.
A Note of Thanks: Terri Steffes, author of the blog Our Good Life, did a good deal of legwork to bring this “Show Me Your Christmas Tree” series together. I appreciate you, Terri! To all my readers, please check out the other posts in this series and share your thoughts in the comments. Merry Christmas to you all.