Why hadn't she asked her mother for that ornament? Every year since she had moved out she meant to ask for her ornament at the beginning of the holiday season, but the idea would slip her mind until she saw it there, nestled in the branches of her mother's Christmas tree. Her own tiny Christmas tree was filled to the brim with ornaments she had collected over the years and the ones that her husband brought with him from his family. But there was nothing on her tree from her childhood and it always made her a little sad not to see anything to remind her of her past.
This beautiful, ornate, ruby red ornament had been given to her by her grandmother when she was only six and since she had passed away three years ago, it would have been nice to have a small remembrance of her on her little tree in her cramped apartment. It was so shiny and glittery, you could tell that her grandmother had spent a lot of money on it, but it was the sentimentality that drew her to it. And yet there it was, almost lost in the large branches of this monstrous tree. You could barely see it, for all the other numerous ornaments, and she rationed that her mother probably wouldn't even notice it was gone if she just filched it.
Out of the corner of her eye she spied her mother's favorite ornament, a little tattered, green yarn ball that her own mother had made for her one Christmas year's ago. Her mother always told the story of how her mother had handmade this ornament for her and although it wasn't the prettiest ornament it was the most special to her.
“I've always loved that ornament. Isn't it beautiful?”
“Yes it is, Mom.....”
“ That ornament is over fifty years old. Your grandmother gave it to me when I was five years old. I remember the day like it was yesterday. We didn't have a lot of money that Christmas and your grandparents were so worried that we would be disappointed Christmas morning with the small amount of presents we would receive. Your grandmother was so thoughtful though, and handmade a beautiful ornament for each of us. She made mine red because she knew that was my favorite color. Look at all the detail and craftsmanship that went into this. A gift from the heart is the best gift to receive.”
“This is the ornament that Nana gave you?” I held the red, sparkly ornament up for her to inspect.
“Oh yes dear, that is something that you never forget.”
“No, you would never forget something like that.”
This post was inspired by a prompt from The Red Dress Club, a photo of a Christmas ornament.