Oh
Christmas Tree
“The
Christmas tree is a symbol of love, not money. There’s a kind of Glory to them when
they’re all lit up that exceeds anything that all the money in the world could
buy.”
Andy
Rooney (Andy Rooney: 60 Years of Wisdom and Wit)
I’ve
been feeling motivated to put up a Christmas tree this year—after many years of
a decorating desert. I put lights on the Ficus tree, and before that on a tall
cactus we had. But cutting down a tree to drag inside and decorate somehow tweaked
a guilt complex in me. And getting a plastic tree was, well, out of the
question. But, this year, something feels different. Like we need all the light
we can get—or maybe I do. Maybe lighting up the world with Christmas lights is
one way of dispelling the darkness we’ve experienced these last few years.
In
looking up the symbolism of the Christmas tree, I found an on-line article published
in The Times-Gazette just yesterday, titled, “Christmas Traditions.” I learned
that the Christmas tree tradition began in Germany in the 16th
century with something called the “Paradise Tree.” It was decorated with apples
to begin with, and then Martin Luther added candles. People in Germany began
cutting trees and bringing them into their homes in the 16th century,
but it was not until the 1830’s that the tradition was brought to America by
German settlers. Here, these decked-out trees were thought of as pagan symbols, and
sometimes even carried a fine. But when Queen Victoria and Prince Albert took a
photograph of themselves with their gaggle of children around a massive
Christmas tree in the 1840’s, it opened the door for more people to bring trees
into their homes at Christmas time.
One
fond memory I have of childhood was making decorations for the tree—long chains
of popcorn, gingerbread cookies, red striped candy-canes, and loops of colored paper. Sometimes garlands of berries and nuts
were placed on mantles and over doorways. I wonder whether you did that, too.
We made Christmas cards at school—on my 4th grade card, I tried to
write “Joy to the World,” and managed to misspell world. Humiliating. My
teacher, Mrs. Orders, put a big red X on it. She was a sweet thing.
Interestingly, the very
first Christmas card, made in 1611 by Sir Henry Cole and his artist friend,
John Horsley, was more like a manuscript having four poems and a song written
on it. It was a tri-fold, carried from place to place and read aloud. Christmas
cards weren’t mass produced until 1875.
I wonder what your
Christmas traditions are and where they come from. Do you celebrate Christmas
as a secular holiday or as the birth of the Messiah? This year, more than
others, I feel we need to acknowledge the coming of the light and to celebrate
it in some way. Hopefully not in a retail way, but in a heartwarming one. The
season is upon us. Let us rejoice and be glad.
In the Spirit,
Jane
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