One of the things I love about Christmas is getting out the ornaments and remembering the people who gave them to me or the events they commemorate or whatever.
I also have a tendency to make things into Christmas ornaments that were never intended as such.
Tonight in putting up the tree, before I even got the ornaments out, an ornament that had gotten packed away with the tree fell out.
It’s an umbrella that came out of a drink. I kept it because it reminds me of a very memorable night in Nicaragua. It makes me think of Matthew and the people we met along the way on that trip.
There are lots of travel trinkets on my tree. It reminds me of how much you rely on those you travel with to have your back, to keep your secrets as you keep theirs, to deal with the crises and celebrate the surprises one finds along the path.
Of course, what happens in Nicaragua stays in Nicaragua… or whatever they say…