Memory Decorations

On my Christmas tree there are a series of ‘memory’ decorations.  These represent family, friends and pets that have been part of the family and are no longer with us.  We remeber them at Christmas becasue they are no longer with us, and there is a little bit of their spirit hung on the tree so that we can remember those we love.  When my my died it was difficult and finding a Santa dressed in tartan (Mum’s Scotish) was a delight and a welcom addition to our tree.  That started the tradition of ‘memory’ decorations and that little Santa will always be known as Nana’s decoration.

This year we had a couple of losses in the family.  My oldest brother died before his time in February.  As Christmas has gotten closer I have racked my brain on what type of decoration to get.  It’s a big task to condense all of one person into a decoration.  Inspiration struck and I’ve gone with a tree.  To look at the tree is  a bit quirky and  Dr Seuss like which very much captures my brothers spirit.  It is also a  memory of his ‘adopt a tree’ program that he ran at his house one year in drought stricken country Victoria.  His children had their ‘pocket money’ tied to the survival of particular tress and each time I look at this decoration I see the bucket brigade that kept those tress (most of them) alive.  The design of


The other decoration on this page is for Hopscotch.  She is the little kitten that was photgraphed sleeping on my Christmas placemats last year.  She was run over by a car earlier this year.  To remember her I made a mini wreath, about 4 inches high.  The little grey pom poms, used to live on old pair of boot like slippers.  When I wore them, she attacked them and then one day I caught her destroying one of the pom poms.  She managed to get the stuffing out of it.  I could think of no more fitting tribute to her mischief.

The ‘memory’ decorations help the family remember those that we have lost in a positive way.  Our Christmas is richer for remembering happy times with them, and whilst we still miss them, the echo of laughter and mischief past helps our celebration of Christmas.

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