If ornaments could talk. (Pt.1)

So, I’m back with a brand new Christmas story! I hope you all enjoyed the last one! I told you all that I would be doing this all season long and I intend on keeping my word. So, the last story was “A Christmas Carol – Remix”, which was inspired by Charles Dickens, of course! This next story is an original. The idea of it popped into my mind when my mother was telling my kids how long some of the ornaments that she and my dad have, been around. Anyway, without further ado, I present to you part one of my short story, “If ornaments could talk”. P.S. Be on the lookout for the parts that follow. 🙂

It was a glorious tree. The Balsam Fir stood eight feet tall and it was topped with a star that projected an explosion of shimmering lights across the ceiling, and matched the beautifully decorated lights that gracefully wrapped around the tree. It was woven with large strings of silver and gold ribbon, candy canes galore, red berries and poinsettias, silver bells, and various Christmas ornaments who each had a story of how they got there. It was customary for the Jones couple to buy one special ornament together, each year. Sometimes they bought them, sometimes they received them as a gift. This year, the couple had been married forty years and to commemorate forty Christmas’s together they decided to buy a crystal ball ornament with a bride and groom inside. It was beautiful. All of the other ornaments were in awe. “Woooow!” they all said. “Hello,” both the bride and groom inside of the Crystal ornament said. “Hi,” the other ornaments said. “Mr. and Mrs. Jones have gotten fancy,” one of the ornaments said. Then the bride in the Crystal ball said, “But we’re all fancy. Are we not all on the same tree?” Then the very first ornament the Jones’s bought said, “No, you don’t understand. Some of us come from very humble beginnings.” “Oh, please would you share your story with me? Oh, please,” the crystal bride said as she looked around at the other ornaments. “Sure,” the other ornaments agreed. The very first ornament the Jones bought was Red. Red was his name and he was the color red as well. The couple found red at a thrift shop. Red had been sitting on the shelf for years. “I remember when I was seen for the first time,” Red said. “Mrs. Jones picked me up off the shelf, blew the dust off of me and gently wiped me off.” “Honey, look at this one,” she said. Mr. Jones came over and said, “But honey, we’re not here for an ornament. We’re here for this longcase clock.” “I know,” the young Mrs. Jones said while looking up at Mr. Jones with her puppy dog eyes. “But can’t we have him, to put on our little tree?” “How could I resist those eyes,” he said to her. “Thank you honey,” Mrs. Jones said as she gave Mr. Jones a peck on the lips. “Then she ran off like a little kid and sat in the truck admiring me,” Red said. “She called me beautiful. No one had ever called me beautiful before.” Mr. Jones was in the thrift shop paying for the clock and me, but he only had forty dollars for the clock. He didn’t have any more money left to buy me. You see, back then, Mr. and Mrs. Jones didn’t have much money but they had a lot of love. Mr. Jones was about to tell Mrs. Jones that he couldn’t buy me, when the thrift store owner said, “Take it. It’s a gift. Merry Christmas.” That first Christmas, Mrs. Jones admired me more than the clock. “Honey, every time I turn around, you’re rubbing and smiling at that ornament,” Mr. Jones said. “That ornament gets more attention than me,” he joked. “I wish that I knew it was really the ornament you wanted instead of the clock. It would’ve saved us forty dollars.” “Oh, honey. Don’t be silly. You know that I love you, and the clock, but do you know how valuable this ornament is?” Mrs. Jones said. “It looks like a plain old ornament to me,” Mr. Jones said. “Yes, well, looks can be deceiving. This ornament is an antique. It’s valuable.” I thought that I was a regular glass ornament. Really, I felt less than an ornament. Especially since my first family only used me once and then donated me to the thrift shop where I was there too overlooked. But then Mrs. Jones saw that I was vintage. I wasn’t just a regular old glass teardrop ornament. She knew about the small details that made me unique. She knew more about me than I knew about myself. I was so happy that I had a home and a family, and someone who saw the best in me when I couldn’t see it in myself. I had sat in that thrift shop for years collecting dust. No one ever wanted me, but then, there was Mrs. Jones.” (Billy Paul’s “Me and Mrs. Jones” begins to softly play in the background as Red reminisce) The groom in the crystal ball ornament clears his throat while the other ornaments looks awkwardly at Red. “Oh, may be inappropriate, just a little bit?” Red asked. The other ornaments sarcastically agreed, “Yeah, maybe just a little.” “Just a little,” the crystal bride said making a pinch. “Anyway, that was the best Christmas I’ve ever had, as I hang proudly on what was then, a very humble four inch tree.”

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