a snowflake crocheted by my paternal grandmother and given to me as a child
my mom's Santa from an era when paint was in short supply for nonessential things like ornaments - being used, instead, for planes and other matters of national safety
an ornament from my father's tree from my childhood
the ornament we bought at the Grand Canyon after becoming engaged
the ornament I bought in 2002 to ring in a new year - the same kind hung on a tree in the hospital where Pookie spent much of her first year of life
There are more...so many more. Yet, these are a few of the ones who shine a little brighter, are hung a little higher - there on the back of the tree, where the little ones can't reach. In their special place of honor. Hanging with them, the memories of Christmases past, this present Christmas, and those Christmases to come.
God Bless you in this Holiest of Seasons.