Oh wait, that would be me.
Oh well, mistakes do happen…
The Christmas tree is in its place, its lights twinkling. Last year, I got the lights in quite a mess, so I delegated that role to Son, but I was solo in decorating the tree this year. I missed our daughters dreadfully.
Every year, we would mix cocktails, put on the Christmas carols and decorate to our hearts content. We relived the memories behind most of the decorations. Now, they have their own trees to decorate.
Next year, I shall entice Petite Fille to our house and we shall decorate the tree together. If she ever has siblings or cousins, I shall scoop them in to, and we shall have a trim the tree at Grandma and Grandpa’s House. Even if they can’t be with us on Christmas Day, that shall be our day with the babies, our grandchildren. Perhaps we will even make decorations for our tree. That will create new memories.
I have made it a children’s tree this year. The wedgwood blue jasper decorations have stayed in their box. There is not one decoration on our tree that little fingers can’t touch. A few teddy bears and pussy cats, Petite Fille’s favourite animals, may have earned extra places on the lower branches.