25 Questions of Christmas: Allana’s Answer ~ Christmas Ornaments
What’s your favorite Christmas ornament?
The first year after my mother passed away I was a newly single mom attempting to decorate for Christmas. I was a sobbing mess as I pulled ornament after ornament out of the box placing them on the tree. Now, 9 years after her passing my 8 year-old son, who is quite a good helper, and with the help of one of my girlfriends I am able to pull myself together and get myself a win at decorating for Christmas. It turned out that my girlfriend had not joyfully decorated a tree in years either! She brought these amazing strands of pearlesque red and gold beads that gave the tree and a classy feel.
I have so many ornaments that I love it’s hard to just pick one. I still have my cardboard Santa from PRESCHOOL! I absolutely love these walnut shell ornaments with little Bambie fawns in them that my mom made in her girl’s church group that she led when I was young.
My Auntie Cecily hand painted these clay angels that I adored. Unfortunately this year I broke her clay mustard and turquoise bird. The 40 year-old threads disintegrated in my fingers and crashed to the floor. I almost lost myself but I practiced authentic feelings of sadness and then forgave myself.
I also love my mom’s old blown glass balls. Theses beauties are so old they may have been from HER tree growing up. They are extremely delicate with the paint wearing off and I shouldn’t have put them up but they are so gloriously reflective I couldn’t resist.
There’s also this tiny drum I picked up in Santa Fe and a fabulous Japanese wooden piece with a 100 Yen inside and a Kanji symbol of wealth on it.
I would have to say my favorite is the handmade angel from Auntie Cecily. She made it sometime in the last 10 years with painted clay and a beautiful dress of a white material, a festive sash and a bow and wings. (You might check out her book Cecily Small and the Rainy Day Adventure. It’s a story of a little girl whose mom is a doll maker and the doll comes to life.)
I remember when my mom became ill we brought Auntie Cecily’s 1973 charcoal drawing of a woman and her cat to put in my mom’s hospital room. When Auntie Cecily drove up from Seattle to Vancouver to say her goodbye’s it was a beautiful moment to see how her art had nourished my mom’s life.
It’s nice to have a piece of my mom and Auntie Cecily with me every Christmas in the angel ornament watching over me, gently yet powerfully guiding and celebrating my journey. Timelessness, grace, home.
Much Love and Blessings,