The ornaments on our tree tell a story. There are all the various ornaments that Mogwai has been given since she was born. There is that one little drummer boy ornament that has been on every Christmas tree I have decorated for as long as I can remember. There are glow in the dark skeletons that X & bought together at Samhain our first year together. And the Darth Vader ornament we bought for our first Yule. There’s the shamrock I got in Ireland all those years ago. And the Boy’s metal star that we bought him our first Yule together. And the spiky glittery ornaments that X picked out because they remind him of Kal-el’s ship from the first Superman Movie. I look at it & I remember & I smile. It tells a story, it’s part of our story. And regardless of what you call it, regardless of where it came from or what god may or may not have inspired it, that is why we celebrate this season. To remind us, in the dark & the cold, that we Love and we are Loved. That, boys & girls, is truly worth celebrating.
We like to have fun and, for us, holidays are fun. Winter is hard on us. We love warmer weather, fun in the sun, beaches & boat drinks, yo. So, we tend to get depressed this time of year. Especially with the sheer gimme-gimme-gimme madness that consumes the society that we live in. We loathe it. But, being Cancers, we do love the home & hearth & family vibe that underlies the season and try to emphasize that in our own observance. Decorating our tree is at the center of that. Because Christmas is so busy & we all celebrate it with our separate extended families, we celebrate Yule at home with our kids the week before Christmas as close to the Winter Solstice as we can get it. Since we only get the Boy every other weekend, we decorate the tree on the first weekend he is with us in December, then do our Yule celebration together on the second weekend he is here. I always have this idealized, fairy tale sort of vision of how Yule tree decorating night should go. That’s probably because of my memories of the occasion from my childhood. My Mom made it seem effortless. We’d bake sugar cookies that my sisters & I got to cut out using holiday shaped cookie cutters & got to sprinkle with red & green sugar. Mom would put on our favorite Christmas album and we’d all sing along & dance around the living room as we hung ornaments & ate warm cookies with a glass of cold milk. My Mother loves Christmas. It’s her favorite holiday.
The ornaments on our tree tell a story. There are all the various ornaments that Mogwai has been given since she was born. There is that one little drummer boy ornament that has been on every Christmas tree I have decorated for as long as I can remember. There are glow in the dark skeletons that X & bought together at Samhain our first year together. And the Darth Vader ornament we bought for our first Yule. There’s the shamrock I got in Ireland all those years ago. And the Boy’s metal star that we bought him our first Yule together. And the spiky glittery ornaments that X picked out because they remind him of Kal-el’s ship from the first Superman Movie. I look at it & I remember & I smile. It tells a story, it’s part of our story. And regardless of what you call it, regardless of where it came from or what god may or may not have inspired it, that is why we celebrate this season. To remind us, in the dark & the cold, that we Love and we are Loved. That, boys & girls, is truly worth celebrating.
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