Oh Christmas Tree.
Written on 12/09/2010
Growing up my Dad was an outrageous Christmas decorator. Our house probably put the sun to shame from outer space. Every nook and cranny was covered in lights. He created a life size Santa Claus and about 6 elves that would stay propped up on top of our roof from some time in November until after the new year. Santa was holding a Christmas toy and the elves each had a tool as if they were all building toys together. I remember my dad and I painting the wooden cutouts together and how happy they made me each year as a little girl.
As my Dad’s health declined and his life began to somewhat fall apart, I still remember driving by his home during Christmastime and seeing his decor up. The year my dad didn’t decorate was the year I lost him. I don’t know what has happened to all my dad’s wonderful decorations. I imagine they were thrown out at some point by someone searching his home and storage unit for anything worth money. It makes me sad to not have anything from my Dad but memories. Literally. I’m thankful for that at least.
Another thing I remember and loved were his tree decorations. He had a mass collection of bubble lights, vintage blown glass bulbs, funny ornaments my brother and I made and who knows what else. I remember he loved noble fir trees because he liked to set gifts and cards on the shelf like branches.
So, that being said I’ve decided I want to carry on my memories of my Dad’s tree. I’ve been searching high and low for ornaments similar to what he had and I think I hit the jack pot on e-bay! Kinda forgot about that website.
Here’s to memories!