When we left the UK, with the teeny tiny air freight shipping allowance (which was almost entirely taken up by the kids toys, books and clothes), our Christmas decorations had to be left behind.
When we celebrated our first Christmas here in the US I went out and bought a tree and enough decorations to make it look pretty. A few extra sets of lights and a wreath for the front door made us feel Christmassy, and was good enough. But it wasn’t quite the same.
When our entire house contents arrived in a container over the summer, I knew that our Christmas boxes were in there somewhere. I was more excited about them than anything else, even my shoes!
Today, I began to unpack our decorations. Old favourites were discovered, and rediscovered. Santa hats were worn.
There are still a few things to find in the garage, the boxes really are never ending! And there are decisions to be made as we combine the new and the old. The American and the British. Colour schemes, styles, duplicates.
Decorations don’t make Christmas, friends and family do, but when you are far from home the familiar is important. Christmas is one time of the year when the familiar really can make all the difference.
Three years after the boxes were last packed, there were a few forgotten gems. But mainly, the boxes were special and memory filled. They had been missed, and unpacking them was really quite magical.