I just picked up a call from one of my favorite colleagues in the area when I was opening a box of Christmas presents. The box had arrived today from my parents. Of course, I had to tuck everything under the tree after teaching a class on Trade Justice. I feel a little hypocritical teaching this class and wanting anything for Christmas. Thank you Sojourners.
After squealing with delight that my colleague called, I started laughing into the phone. My parents had sent a bag of our old ornaments from the family collection. There was a note enclosed saying that I might want these for my new tree. And I do. I really do. It was a wonderful thing to open tonight. So I started to hang these new ornaments on the tree after hanging up the phone. And then, I realized why these were really sent to me. They were from the Land of Misfit Ornaments. Meet Gimp Santa. He's only got one leg. That's love right there. My parents are funny.
3 comments:
i love this post.
my mom sent me all my old ornaments, too. ones i made when i was in kindergarten and ones i painted over the summers at the beach (something we do on rainy days there). i love them. all except the pink angel i made in preschool, which she refuses to turn over to me. no real gimpy ones there. but my husband's parents gave us all the ornaments they didn't want to take with them when they moved to florida - lots of gimpy ones there. mainly angels - who appear to be skiing and have had some run-ins with various trees and what not. they're all on the tree, too. one of my parishoners tells me that christmas trees are really memory trees anyway. they belong there. i love that.
Hee!
I love our old misfit ornaments, though I've noticed my daughter trying to weed them out...
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