Shiny Things

 

I’m on night shift tonight, so on a whim, I indulged myself in one of those jobs, that’s not very important but which takes up a bit of spare time. I searched the cottage for Christmas Tree decorations.

Since my husband left, I have never bought a Christmas Tree. 

Some of me felt as though it was an indulgence, 

Most of me didn’t want to revisit a happy time

But I remember when I was packing all of his possessions, ready for collection,

I took care to place in sturdy box, his collection of tree decorations, we had bought from places such as Sydney, London and from the Queen of Christmas decoration sellers , New York City.

I never thought I’d have another collection, which have gathered a little dust over the past five years, but I have.

Gifts from bloggers, friends, but mostly from my sister, who has carefully added a bauble here and a fluffy dog there to the name tag of a parcel.

Thirty Eight all told. Some hidden inside tea caddies, put away in obscure corners of the little writing desk in the lounge and in drawers, in boxes throughout the cottage.

Forgotten about until now.

So the useless job of the day was to dust them off and place them all together, like the sweet ending of Pixar’s Toy Story where Andy’s toys are all reunited.

Next year, I have decided, I will have a tree