Christmas Won’t Fit in the Box
A photo essay in honor of my friend Nancy Owen Franson, who loves Christmas more than anyone I know.
The day after New Year’s Day is a good day to undress the tree, box up Christmas, hide it away until next year. But this year, Christmas won’t fit in the box. Here’s one reason:
We did buy new storage bins, but I kept a few of the old pieces. I had to save this box. That writing? It’s my grandmother’s hand. I wept a bit as I wound the twine around the tabs. Those tabs are over thirty years old now. Grandma, she loved Christmas too. But not quite as much as my friend Nancy does.
Once I’d removed the ornaments, Rich unwound the lights.
Then he hauled the tree outside, onto our back deck. It was to meet a gruesome fate the next day.
Once I’d removed, wrapped, and tucked the ornaments into boxes, It was time to pack them away. The new bins will hold our room decor, things like stocking hangers and the trees Rich’s children made, many Christmases ago. The ornaments, tree skirt, angel-on-top and tree lights will go into my tin tea chest.
Because that’s where they belong.
How do you fit that in a box?
16 So they came in a hurry and found their way to Mary and Joseph, and the baby as He lay in the manger. 17 When they had seen this, they made known the statement which had been told them about this Child. 18 And all who heard it wondered at the things which were told them by the shepherds. 19 But Mary treasured all these things, pondering them in her heart.
Luke 2:16-19 (NASB)