For me, the important part of a Christmas tree has always been the ornaments, not the lights. Every ornament on my tree embodies a memory. Many were Christmas gifts from Butch. Others are souvenirs we picked up on travels--a green ceramic angel from Ireland (2010), a bear from the Smokey Mountains (2015), a street car from Boston (1978), among others. And a large number are handmade gifts from friends and family. There are cross stitched ones, painted ornaments, and felt creations. I was able to get about half of the collection on the tree--and it is loaded!
Again, this is a repeat of my move. Going from a four floor house to a five room apartment required a lot of pitching, repurposing, and overloading. There is a lot of new to get used to, but it keeps my brain alive and working. New lifestyle, new opportunities, new friends, and white lights on the tree. I have joined the Y and the senior center and a new church. I will be helping at the church food pantry and teaching a writing class at the senior center after the first of the year. And still some old to anchor me. Family, old friends, and old ornaments.
It has been a hectic year, but a good move. No maintenance (like the lights on the tree), many conveniences, events, and places to take advantage of. Bring on 2025!