Some people have a different color scheme or theme for their Christmas decor every year. I admire Victorian beauties from a distance, and part of me would love an elegant room like that, but I couldn’t get too close. It would be too hard to toss things out to start over next year. I get emotionally attached. Each little ornament means something special to me. Each one has a story and a memory. You can learn a great deal about me and the people I love by what I hang on the Christmas Tree. Starting at the top. . .
This little angel topped our tree for about 20 years. I designed it from leftovers of a wedding dress I altered for a friend.
Our Star of Bethlehem. Retiring our angel was not a decision to take lightly, but when Mom needed to give her star a new home, we decided on another prominent place for the angel.
Our first Christmas tree the year we were married was sparsely decorated, mostly with homemade decorations. This was our first Nativity, made from play dough and painted, set in a gourd I brought home from Colombia.
Twenty-one years later, the set was finished when I was inspired by this Christus Statue given to me by my friend and fellow-servant in the Primary. I wondered what I was ever going to do with this matching gourd brought as a souvenir from Colombia all those years ago.
Continuing the tradition (a bell on the birth of a boy, a cup and saucer for a girl) this is the bell signalling the arrival to mortality of my son.
Remembering our little girl
Sweet memories of Christmases when my babies were new and the thought of giving birth in a cattle stall was especially tender. Both my babies were born late in the Fall and passed off for the Baby Jesus in our family Nativity re-enactments.
Honoring my husband’s New York roots and the tradition of our family’s sport of choice: Basketball.
Kindergarten Keepsake 2002
Kindergarten Keepsake 2004
Beads and Bows and memories of Mrs. Porter, our favorite kindergarten teacher.
Cross Stitch Carousel Horse made with love by my little sister.
Handmade cross-stitch and crochet.
Hollylujiah! This crystal drop reminds me of my friend, Holly, who gave it to me.
We picked these beautiful strands of wooden beads up at a yard sale fundraiser for my daughter’s Young Women’s Camp during her teenage years. I was fortunate to spend four of those years at camp as a leader.
This corn husk angel was personally hand-made for my mom by her life-long friend, Nancy, who happens to be the creator of the highly collectible Nan’s Dolls.
Appearing out of nowhere over the years, these cuties represent the goodness of my kids’ friends.
Scott’s second Christmas. He just 13 months old, dressed in robes for our ward Christmas party, “Night in Bethlehem.”
So glad we got this little hand print of three year old Shannon at the “Night in Bethlehem” ward Christmas Party 1999. This one doesn’t hang on the tree, but is displayed on a shelf every year.
Souvenirs from a Christmas gathering at our church, where Bethlehem of long ago was recreated with authentic food, vendors and artisans. As spectators to the Holy Couple’s entrance into town, all were dressed in our Bible costumes. The kids especially liked working in the potter’s marketplace.
Hours of consentration went into these gingerbread and other Christmas themed ornaments when my kids were of the age that they wanted to do projects with their mom.
Perler beads bring back sweet memories of working for hours sorting, creating, loving quiet time together with my kids.
Music box ornament plays a piano version of Silent Night. This reminds me of my husband’s generous and sweet Aunt Georgine, who always remembers us.
This little snowman reminds me of a little girl (one of my students) whose struggles in school never dampened her optimistic and generous outlook on life. This was a gift to her Teacher. I love answering to that name.
A going-away gift from a loving and generous family I knew in South America. They didn’t have much by way of material things, but their love for each other was unbounded, and spilled over into the lives of everyone they knew.
Reminds me of the dear friend, Denise, who gave it to me.
A little girl about 5 years of age, recently immigrated from the warm climate of Colombia came to live in Utah’s winter wonderland just before Christmas. Her family lacked warm coats and boots, had scant bedding, and no concept of snowy winters, but came with huge hearts. When I noticed this ornament on her tree she freely offered it to me.