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December 24, 2012
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Olivia C. Rossi, RN, MSN
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It’s the first ornament on my tree every Christmas and the last one off. It’s my son’s first ornament, a Hallmark “hallmark” that I received in 1979. He was born just two-and-a-half weeks before Christmas. I was given this little ornament, this Christmas stocking that fills my heart still, even as I hung it on my tree today. The friend who gave it to me told me to savor every minute because the time goes so quickly. She was right.
Every year is special. It’s not just that first ornament. Every ornament tells its own story–the ones we bought in Iceland when we were stationed there in the Navy, the ones from Germany on our vacation from Iceland, the ones our friends have given us over the years, the ones that our son made for us in pre-school and first grade, the Portland ornament when we moved here in 1994, all the Navy moves behind us, the Central Catholic High School ornament . . . A Christmas tree is a canvas, a tapestry of our lives. It’s the biography of a family, a family tree of sorts, every branch, every ornament telling its own story. Our story begins with this little stocking, our “Baby’s First Ornament.”. Perhaps yours does, too.
Savor each moment. Hold your children close. Have a Blessed Christmas a a New Year filled with love.
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