I spent part of yesterday decorating for Christmas. It amazes me what happiness this activity brings to me.
We have a small artificial tree that has been around for a very long time as well as an even smaller one that I put up in the den. Yesterday, I listened to Christmas carols as I brought all of my boxes up from the basement. I allotted enough time so that I could systematically pick which ornaments I wanted to use. I wrapped the tree with strings of lights first, then added each ornament like I was assembling a small masterpiece. Balance, color, reflectibility. These were all factors to be considered for perfect placement. Finally, I added just enough tinsel to reflect the different colors of the lights, but not too much to smother the selected ornaments. I also decided to include a wire snowman that was a gift from one of Ray’s clients a few years back. More colored lights on it, along with shiny Christmas balls inside. Seeing this little fellow next to our tree made me exceedingly happy.
In comparison to many people, these decorations are quite modest, but for me, they are just right. Not too many, not too few. Just the right amount so putting them up and then back away on January 6th is not too much of a chore. The joy that comes with this annual activity is one that always surprises me. Since the kids are grown, I do most of this by myself. Ray is around for a bit of help or a requested opinion, but for the most part, it’s just me, my Christmas decorations, and a blank slate. Each year, I get to decide if I’m going heavy or light, multicolored or monochromatic. Oh, joy! And while in process, I am peaceful, solidly in the here and now, and savoring the sensory experience.
I associate Christmas with hope, love, and joy. Perhaps that’s why those colored lights on the Christmas tree always light up my heart.
‘Tis the season, after all.