do you remember?

Christmas decorating. So much of it is reliving my Christmas pasts. It use to be full of "Do you remember this one?" asked by a blonde with flashing eyes. Three other blondes echoing the same question. All self-entranced in the history of their Christmases. As they grew, so did the number of ornaments on the tree.
Then one year, their dad had this momentous idea. "Let's make an ornament every year for each of them. When they leave home, they will take peices of the tree with them." So we did. Every year, starting with the deer with antlers. One for each of them, one for the parents and every of of their teachers got one too. The star Santas were a big hit. It was fun and the painting was an annual family event.
Surprisingly, to me anyway, came the divorce. I couldn't begin to make ornaments, just started buying one for everyone so it matched everyone else's. They were content to continue the tradition. Even as the oldest moved out of the home into the home she created with her husband, we continued. Seeing her tree in Idaho with our ornaments kept us together. Second daughter moved into her home with her husband also. More ornaments left the tree making magic on their tree.
This year, all the ornaments are gone. Except mine. I know at least two of the girls have trees up with their children. I hope my newly-weds have one up also. I am the sentimental sop keeping up the tradition the dad they don't always respect started. But my tree, as a compromise to blending, is not the traditional one my family has always had. Oh, the actual family tree is at Liz's house...permanently slanted sideways since I plastered the post crooked one evening trying to fight the tree climbing Panther. It glows with love and pride and history there.
I, last year with the man I love, brought a new tree. Not his family's nor mine. His family tree went to Goodwill...what a nice name. We decorated our tree with all new ornaments, cooper and gold shining with wishes and hope of merging our children and our lives. It is a beautiful tree but still an unfinished hope. We will put it up again today and laugh and find some old Christmas past items we can't live without to scatter through our kidless house.
What about the ornaments? I still buy one every year for my daughters. I spent several years buying for each grandchild also, but dropped that due to the knowledge of each needing ownership of their own trees. Last year, a wreath from 1,ooo Villages...it was made from soda cans...figures holding hands and one another. Symbolic... This year, one for ever single family member, the kind that holds a picture. My problem, finding a current picture to put into every frame. The new man of my life said, "Have everyone take the picture at the same time on Christmas Day. You can all pretend you're together for that moment." He laughed and patted my head, a habit that can irritate me.
But that is what I am going to do. Give my pretty little frames. Ask everyone to take pictures at noon on Christmas Day. We will be together for the moment taking pieces of everyone with us. Thanks to the two men I have loved. Merry Christmas.