Opening the door of the mailbox, I found a card from one of my nieces.
Inside was this adorable ornament made by the little hands
of my two great nephews.
What a beautiful gift!!!
While I held it; I imagined them sitting around a table, gluing all the pieces on.. together.
This little snowman will hang on our tree every year from now on.
I love homemade ornaments don't you?!!
I want to say I can remember it; but maybe...
it's just the talking about it years later that I only really remember?
It was the late 60's when Momma bought styrofoam balls and lots of sequins, pins and pretty ribbons home. Then she sat down with her four hooligans and honyockers she sometimes called us; to make homemade ornaments. Momma; she must have really loved those handmade ornies. I know they were like gold to her because move after move over the course of a roving lifetime they always went with her. And each year, she carefully untaped that well traveled cardboard box that read: "ornaments" in her cursive handwriting of black magic marker. Each and every one was hung on her artificial Christmas tree, until the year she went home to Heaven.
-- After that; us kids brought those olde balls to our own houses. This is one of the ones I made at round 4 years old. I always loved the velvety red Rudolph so much... and now ... it means more to me than ever.
--Coz looking at it; for a moment; ... I get a piece of Momma back ...
This little fading velvet deer, is another keepsake of a "Little Babe's" Christmas. - A childhood of sweet memories;.. long past. Now ...I find myself untaping a box that reads "ornaments" in black magic marker ...written in the cursive of my own hands. This box of ornaments; I cherish...
Just like Momma.
Love, Leaon Mary