Every year at Christmas, I tend to go into a very reflective mood. Sometimes, when I am alone, I’ll sit and stare at the Christmas tree. In it, I see the past, but it also marks the end of a year, and signals the coming future. There are ornaments and decorations from years of past Christmases. There are old ones that the kids made when they were small. There are some given to me by friends and family. There are some that are store bought and end up on the tree every year. And then there are some that have a special significance. There are five little crystal angels that hang on my tree every year. These angels represent my children that we conceived but who never made it into this world. They are in heaven…they are angels. I believe that with all my heart. I believe life begins at conception, and although I do not know the answer as to why they had to slip away, I do believe we will meet someday in heaven. Each year, as I prepare to place the angels on my tree, I kiss each one, say a little prayer, for even though I never met them, I love them.
Sitting in a room with only the lights of the tree on, I recall the events of the past year and wonder what is to come in the new year. I tend to flash forward sometimes and wonder what my life will be like in another year when I next look upon the tree. I wonder what the world will be like in a year’s time. Perhaps most people wait until New Year’s to do all this reflecting. For me, it just takes a little time with the tree.
dragonintheasylum Said:
on December 11, 2011 at 4:55 pm
Magnolia,
And I was thinking of not putting up a tree. You have saved me again.
irisanne Said:
on December 12, 2011 at 10:24 pm
Put up that tree, Gary. We can never let ourselves fail to see the magic.