I tweeted something somewhat vague last night and got several questions about it. I thought I would clarify. And I knew it would take a lot more than 140 characters.
My family doesn’t have a lot of Christmas traditions. Up until this year my dad worked every other Christmas. We made it work. Some years Santa came early. Other years everything was done before 2:00pm so dad could go to work. This is normal to me at this point. The important part was we were together. Usually just the four of us, sometimes extra family from either side.
One of the things that is a big tradition in our family is Christmas ornaments. My ornaments were some of the most meaningful things I owned. My mom takes pride in picking out ornaments for everyone in the family. She made my first ornament. It was red, stuffed, and said 1985 on it. I remember these beautiful carousel ornaments that had to be from when I was very young because mine had a little girl riding the horse and Levi’s was just a horse. They didn’t know if he was going to be a girl or a boy. We had fish ornaments from the year we spent Christmas in the Caribbean. I had a snowboarding Santa. I had a sparkly shoe. At the 2009 Philly Marathon Expo I bought a 26.2 ornament. It was the first one I put on my little tree that year. I had more cat ornaments than I should admit. There is a memory attached to each and every ornament that went on my tree.
As many of you know I moved from Washington, DC to Wisconsin this year. I won’t go into the details of the move, but I ended up hiring movers. It was with one of those companies that will share trucks. My stuff ended up going in a truck with 2 other loads. My worst nightmare happened, although I don’t even think that is the right wording because this isn’t even something you can imagine happening. The moving truck caught on fire. I lost everything I owned. While I was extremely upset for quite sometime (and still want that company to go to hell) I have moved forward and replace most everything. But there are things that are irreplaceable and my ornaments fall into that category. I want them back. But I can’t replace them. It wouldn’t matter if I had all the insurance money in the world.
And that is the long reason I almost cried at some lame-ass Christmas commercial while watching TV last night.