We love Christmas time. Our house is decorated inside and out. There are so many ornaments on our Christmas tree that have special meaning. Wherever we go, we purchase an ornament from that location. A red lobster from Maine, bear paw from Yosemite, cable car from San Fransisco…you get the picture. But, there is one decoration on the tree that is above the rest, a Christmas corsage.
For as long as I can remember, my Daddy always loved to decorate for Christmas. When I became older he showed me a silk, red poinsettia corsage that lay on one of the Christmas tree branches. He told me that my mother was in the hospital her last Christmas and one of the nurses had brought her the corsage and laid it on her pillow, as a token of the season. She died that January and from that time on, my Dad would place that corsage on the tree in her memory.
As time passed, my brother and I divided Daddy’s ornaments between us, and I received the corsage. Every year as I place it on our tree, I whisper my mother’s’ name, inviting her to enjoy our tree and know that she is not forgotten.
A simple red corsage laid among the baubles and bells. A simple act of kindness that carried a mother’s love all these years later.