The Morrison Family home is filled with the holiday spirit. A beautiful Nobel Fir, straight from the forests of Mission Valley Mall, decorated in twinkling red and white lights. Sheer red ribbon with velvet paisley curls around the limbs, shimmering in the glow of the lights. Old fashioned bulb ornaments hang scattered purposefully all over the tree. Twelve glass icicles reflect the light as it dims and brightens. A capiz star, unique from Michaels, glows from the top of the tree. The blue bell, passed down from Roger's grandmother hangs near the top of the tree, is rung each night as the tree lights are extinguished. Two antique lights also from Roger's grandmother frame the tree in the arched windows of our Spanish-style abode.
Outside, the air is chilly but the warmth of Christmas decorations reminds us that we are home.
Inside, the heat resonates from the love of the family within (the heater and the fireplace also help).
Last year we could only imagine any of this coming to life. Our kitchen, among many other rooms in the house was unlivable and we didn't have heat. Christmas seemed like such a bear to celebrate, so we refrained from decorating. A small wooden tree with a handful of lights, donated by my mom, sat in our living room where our current tree now sits, so sad and pathetic. Roger and I agree that we finally have the perfect tree and all the trimmings to go with it.
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