It is ten more days until Christmas and the Christmas season is truly in the swing. Carols are blazing from the radio. Shops are full of festive cheer. The Christmas Radio Times is out giving details of the UK Christmas programming . The buying of the Christmas edition of the Radio Times has become a huge tradition in the Styles household. My husband always says that some year he will get to read it without the cover being ripped. Some things about Christmas remain the same. And it is easy to get jaded.
For me though this time of year is full of memory. Remembering the good times. Being thankful that the bad times have passed or sometimes just thankful I survived to breathe again. It is one of the reasons I love this season because I do get a chance visit old memories and reconnect with old friends.
Yesterday my daughter came home from university and we decorated the tree. We always get a real tree because I love the scent. But the designer trees with this season colours are not for me. Instead each year, I unpack my ornaments and put them up. I always change my lights every three years because a friend lost her entire front room to a blaze when she had a faulty light string.
Over the years I have amassed a load of ornaments. Each has a story to tell. There are the wooden ornaments my sister and I painted when she was six and I was twelve. The crewel work Mary and baby Jesus I did when I was 17 and taking the train to school. The hummingbird ornament which once had a lot of feathers and was truly glorious but has long been the target of cat attack and keeps being found in odd places. There are a few remaining silver and gold spray painted from walnuts from when the children were little and I decided to have a crafty Christmas. The late night party duck from my sister in honour of various ducks that refused to go bed and drove me insane. I could go on and on. It takes awhile to put up the tree because each memory needs to be unpacked and unwrapped.
When we were done, my daughter asked if I knew that she would be taking her ornaments when she sets up her house because she wants a tree just like this. I said I knew but didn’t mind. I take it as a honour that she wants to have the sort of tree I have – one made of memories.
If you want to see more Christmas trees from various authors. Cheryl St John is having a Christmas tree tour on her blog. There is even the Harlequin Mills and Boon editor's tree there.
Wishing you a wonderful festive season full of memories which will light your life for many years to come.
Michelle Styles writes warm, witty and intimate historical romance in a wide variety of time periods for Harlequin Historical. Her latest Hattie WIlkinson Meets Her Match was publish in November and her nex An Idel Husband? will be published in April 13. You can learn more on her website www.michellestyles.co.uk