Over many, many years Cherisse and I have collected Christmas ornaments. A few are family treasures but most have been chosen by us, one by one. A rust colored iron cutout of a cowboy on a horse from a trip to Sante Fe. Glass ornaments in different shapes and colors hand blown by various artists. A fluffy sheep made of fine sheep’s wool. A dainty ceramic swan flying into the distance. Some felt ornaments I made, cutting shapes traced from cookie cutters.
Every year, as I remove them from their wrappings, I greet them as old friends, happy to be reunited for a month (or two). It takes a long time to find the right place for each one, accounting for how it hangs, where in the room one might see it, whether Rebecca can swat at it. For each one that finds a place immediately, several others move frequently before landing on just the right branch. The final effect is beautiful.