All the Geegaws
WHEN I WAS A KID, decorating the tree was something my dad and I tackled with great enthusiasm. Right after Thanksgiving, we’d drag down all the Christmas ornament boxes from the attic and unpack them. Each ornament held a memory: the faded swirled-glass ornaments my dad had kept from his childhood in the 1930s, the personalized balls decorated with each family member’s name on them, the bubble lights, and the battered pipe cleaner elves (probably a long-forgotten project from someone’s elementary school days). There also were the Christmas cookie ornaments we pulled from the freezer every year and the blown-glass spire at the top that looked like a prop from I Dream of Jeannie. One thing was for certain: Our decor was a big, glorious mess. Ours was a tree of…