This is my Christmas Tree. I can show you the picture. It’s a pencil tree, tall and thin instead of short and squat. It works well with our vaulted ceiling. Look at the picture. See?
But, let me tell you about this tree. Sparkling lights cover this tree. Lights. Lights. Lights. There is a beauty, a soothing peace that comes from their soft warm glow. They shine out on dark cloudy days. They shed a light that warms the soul when the winds blow. Christmas lights are the reminder that there will not always be short days. It will not always be winter. Winter. The cold bleak time of year when the world is sleeping and looks dead, but it will not always be winter. There is both an earthly truth here and a spiritual truth. It is true that spring will come and the days will again be long. There is also the truth about Christ. He came into this world and shed a strong and mighty light into the darkness dispelling the shadows. His light brought judgment, but it also brought a soothing peace to his people after a long and terrible war. So next time you sit beside your lovely Christmas tree on a dark cold night, remember that Christ came, the Light of the world. How beautiful is this?
All over my tree, I have white, clear, and silver glass ornaments. For me they represent the snow. I love the beauty of falling snow. I love the odd silence, the stillness the snow brings. I picked these ornaments because they sparkle in the lights. They reflect and refract the light out adding more sparkle to my tree. And, the tiny glass balls look a bit like bubbles which appeals to the fairy tale side of me.
I’ve added reindeer to the mix both as a representation of Santa’s eight reindeer and because I love all things woodland. I love foxes, hedgehogs, owls, crows, and deer of all kind. The tree ties into my woodland love, too. I love trees. So having a tree, tall and towering, in my living room for four to five weeks is pure magic! It makes me soooo happy.
The red ribbons add a hint of elegance to the tree that reminds me of an English Christmas. See, if you grow up reading and watching The Lion, Witch, and Wardrobe, if you grow up watching The Christmas Carol you have a sense that there is something perfect about an English Christmas. There is something older and deeper there than what we have here in America. You have a sense of time going back, of dignity and beauty and order tied to the good rich earth. The long red ribbons on my tree tie me back to that. They remind me of the old country.
Lights, tree, glittering ornaments, and a star on the top. The star is reminiscent of the star over Bethlehem when the greatest single act of grace began. When God became man. Oh what a glorious day, when God became man.
You can look at a picture of my Christmas tree and see the lights, the glow, the sparkle, and the red ribbons. You can see the swirling beauty of white, red, and green. But, the picture can’t tell you of the hope that winter will end. It can’t tell you of the hidden pictures of Christ’s First Advent. It can’t tell you of history weaving back, Christmas to Christmas to Christmas: Christmas Past, Present, and Future.
I love Christmas tree because around them lie the memories of my childhood, my family, my joining with another family, my first kiss, and many many cold nights spent cuddled up safe and warm.