Christmas is upon us once again. Time to haul the artificial tree out of the corner and dust it off.
I just never did quite get around to putting it away last year, and when I had kittens in the house, they enjoyed climbing all over it. I just left it in a dark, shadowy corner of my much-too-big living room and ignored it. I wonder if its lights still work.
I think I shall bring in a different box of ornaments this year. Lord knows, Addy had enough ornaments to trim a dozen trees.
I used to have a collection of ornaments that the kids had made, or I had made, or that I had had around forever. When The Infamous Jude went through my stuff, he tossed them, and presented me with a box of ornaments that were the detritus of his own conglomeration. I haven't felt quite so involved in trimming the tree, since.
I am slowly building a new collection of ornaments to which I am attached. Lovely things that people have made and given to me, and a few I have made myself, or bought on sale.
Many of Addy's are beautiful, and some are very old, but, of course, they all remind me of Jim.
I am not actually afraid of being reminded of Jim this year. I know I will be sad and I have come to accept that.
I can be sad, and still enjoy myself. How weird is that?