We were not well off and a Christmas tree is one of the last things Mama would buy. Sure, we had the traditional shiny "Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year" bunting but that's about it.
My fascination for Christmas trees was triggered by my cousins' Christmas tree. They were our neighbors and my siblings and I hung out there like everyday.
You could say that their Christmas tree was simple and common around that time but it literally awed the 5 year old me.
It was made of thin stick branches and decorated with foil garland.. and the most amazing of all...candies!
This is my poor sketch of that tree (from my Memory Journal) sans foil garland:
I was mischievous back then. When no one is looking, I get one of the candies, pop it in my mouth, suck it and put it back in its wrapper and retie the string where it used to hang. lolz.. I think, my cousins did the same because sometimes, some of the candies are wet and sticky. Eeewww :p Now it's yucky yet funny.. I know it's how I strengthened my immune system. :p
The gorgeous Christmas tree displays festooned with glitter and lights at National Bookstore and SM made me, all the more, yearn and long for one in my early adult years.
Finally, my family was able to have a "real" fake Christmas tree where we can put decorations in it was when I was around 23 y/o and working at a stable company. I used part of my Christmas bonus to buy one and it was even on sale. I was so happy and proud of myself. It was wish granted!
We used the beautiful and fancy decors Auntie Francise sent years ago which I used to hang in our windows and ceiling (pre Christmas tree) and I felt it was the most gorgeous tree ever. Sorry can't find an old picture of it.
This year, I got some raves with my Christmas tree that I posted in FB. It's our Pia Christmas Owl Tree. I re-used the decorations I made for my daughter's 1st birthday party early this November to trim our borrowed tree. The theme here is recycled -- since even the materials I used for the owls were from toilet tissue rolls, my niece's stash of eyes and a few old cupcake liners.
BUT - until now, I remember that brown stick tree clearly. The memory of that Christmas tree (even if it's not ours) reflects important lessons such as:
- happiness is not based on expensive things or stuff.
- a childhood want will inspire you to achieve it.
- parents should strive to give their children happy memories to fall back on :)
Thank you for sharing your tree to us, Tegui-in family :)