“Hi, Jim.” She said.
“Are you going to join me?” Jim asked.
Mae stood up. “Always.” she said. The two stepped into the living room where a big pine tree was standing in front of a window. Lights were strung around it, but Jim had waited on the ornaments. The two put up the elegant ornaments then Jim pulled out a blue velvet case. He opened it and pulled out a shiny star. The two put up the star and stood back to look at it.
“I’m so happy.” Mae said.
“Me too.” Jim said.
Fifty years later Jim and Mae sat in their living room(yes the same one) watching their grandkids decorate the tree. No longer young, Mae smiled. She remembered her first Christmas with Jim.
“Mom?” a voice broke her out of her thoughts. “Would you like some cocoa?” a young woman asked.
“Yes, please, Allison.” Mae answered. Allison quickly disappeared and soon appeared again with two cups of hot cocoa topped with whipped cream. Mae took it eagerly. She smiled. Her face was wrinkled and happy. Jim was happy too.
“I love Christmas.” Mae said watching as her grandkids stepped back and admired their work. Mae smiled. The ornaments weren’t the same. Ornaments get broken during the span of fifty years and six kids. Even when they were thirteen each child had played with ornaments and broken a few.
“Wait.” Allison looked in a bin. “There’s one more.” she pulled out a pretty ornament. On the front it read ‘Our First Christmas Together’.
“Mom and Dad.” she looked up. “You should put it up.” The two hobbled to the tree and put up the ornament. Yes. It had been worth it. Everything had. The bruised knees. The broken arms. Stitches. Broken ornaments. It had all been worth the joy they were seeing that day. With six kids all married and each having at the least three kids.
“Christmas is my favorite time of the year.” Ellen, David's oldest, said. Everybody agreed.
“Just keep in mind the true meaning of Christmas.” Jim said. Everybody nodded.
“So, Renee?” Allison asked her youngest. “What is the true meaning of Christmas?”
Renee looked up. “Jesus’ birthday!” she exclaimed, surprised that her mother did not know that. Everybody laughed.
“Yes, Renee.” Allison laughed. “Jesus’ birthday.”