The Magic of the Ornament Box
As I was pulling out the ornaments the other day, I got to thinking about what an extraordinary experience that is, without fail…as I’m sure it is for many of you, too.
It brings people who have been gone for many years or from whom I’m separated by great distance right there into the room with me. Pretty powerful stuff!
It’s as if I’m dipping my hand into a time capsule from which I pull very fond memories and relive special moments…some from when I was quite young.
Case in point: two of my ornaments, a tiny little manger scene and a small silver guitar, used to go on my parents’ tree. When I was very young – maybe three or four years old – of course I wasn’t allowed to touch any of the glass ornaments. Those two, though, were saved for me. I was always very excited about the prospect of hanging them in their places of honor.
All these many years later, they are two of the first I seek out when the boxes are opened.
