Wednesday, December 10, 2008

O Christmas Tree!

Here she is, in all her splendor. Somehow, pictures just never do justice to Christmas trees. (At least mine don't!) I can assure you, 'tis a most beyootiful tree;)

This is one of my most favorite ornaments. If you tilt your head to the left and imagine that there are four little black pipe cleaner legs underneath, which the camera didn't capture, you will be able to see that it is a pom-pom sheep. The tag reads: "I love ewe!"

This is one of those little pre-school projects that captured this mother's heart. Joey was five when he came home from school, carrying a brown lunch bag, stapled closed and tied with a ribbon. It was decorated, in typical pre-school fashion, with crayon colored Christmas pictures. He came in the door and immediately put it under the tree. "It's your present," he said. "You have to wait for Christmas to open it." So for the next week or so, it sat under the tree, and at least once a day he would ask, "Do you want to open it?" And I would say, quoting one of our favorite storybooks at the time, "Not yet, Big Bird. We have to wait 'til Christmas!"

On Christmas morning, beneath the tree, was a mountain of gifts from Santa. Joey raced down the stairs and I waited with excitement to see his reaction to all of the wonderful toys that awaited him. He climbed over the pile of presents, oblivious to all the new packages that hadn't been there the night before, searching until he found the little brown bag. With a big smile, he presented it to me. "Merry Christmas! You can open it now!"

There was such a purity in that moment, with the honesty and truth that only a child knows, that the heart does indeed feel more joy in the giving than in the receiving.


Becky said...

Karen, what a sweet, sweet story. It actually made me tear up, like those Hallmark commercials on tv. It never fails!

And I agree, a Christmas tree is always more beautiful in person than in pictures. But I can tell yours is very lovely. Perfect in fact!

A lovely tree in your new home. Ready to make new memories for your family.

Merry Christmas!

justabeachkat said...

It certainly is a beautiful tree. Sweet sweet post!

Christmas hugs to you!

Judy said...

Awwww. What a sweet story.

I agree, the tree is beautiful!

I bet you had great fun decorating for the first time in your new home!

Renna said...

Oh, my. That brought tears to my eyes, and memories rushing in of a very similar gift-giving episode with my own dear son when he was small. Mine was a little red-painted, heart-shaped valentine box he gave me at Valentine's one year. I still have it. I still love it (and him!).

annie said...

Love your tree!

Xandra@Heart-of-Service said...

That story made me cry...what a sweet spirit!

How TALL is that's beautiful.


Did ya hear that I got about 3 inches of snow???????!!!!!

Melissa said...


Thank you for visiting me at Sunbonnet Cottage.

I love your blog. Your story was so sweet. I hope you get a chance to order cookies from the Continental Cookie Company. Yum!

I must be back soon to visit your blog.


Robin said...

Ah, gee, Karen, you went and made my cry - at work! What a sweet story. It just makes me want to find that little Joey and give him a big squeeze!

And I know what you mean about photographed Christmas trees - I was just thinking this morning how the lights make pictures look bad.

Your story is going to make me feel warm and fuzzy all day!

Trailboss said...

That is such a precious memory. Little boys just loooove their mommies!

Jen said...

I love old ornaments and the meaning to them. Going down memory lane during the holidays is good....good for the heart and the soul.
Your tree is beautiful by the way...I love it.

Bill said...

Dammit! You just made my eyes tear up. That story is so "Joe."

Kim said...

I so agree about pictures not doing justice to Christmas trees! Yours does look lovely though and your Joey story brought a smile to my heart as I relived similar moments from my "young children" years. Sam still asks me where the crackle candle he made in 4th grade for me is--(he is in 7th grade now!).

This story just shows the true sweet spirit that Joe possesses, doesn't it?

It is a wonderful feeling to know that we mean so much to our "little" ones, isn't it? :)