“Before anyone shares any negative comments about my mom and her tree, I want you to know that she loved to turn off all but the tree lights in the living room and enjoyed seeing the colorful glow through the tinsel. I miss you, Mom!”
Before anyone shares any negative comments about my mom and her tree, I want you to know something important: she loved it.
Every December, as soon as the tree was finally decorated, she had a ritual that never changed. She would walk quietly through the living room, switch off every lamp, and leave only the tree lights glowing. The room would instantly soften—colors dancing off the tinsel, the ornaments glittering with tiny reflections, and the whole space filling with a warm, peaceful magic that felt like home.
To her, those moments weren’t about perfect decorations or magazine-style aesthetics. They were about feeling joy. They were about reliving childhood memories, celebrating the season, and creating a cozy space where everyone felt welcomed and loved. The colorful glow through the tinsel wasn’t just light—it was happiness.
And now, when the holidays arrive and the house grows quiet, that memory shines even brighter.
It’s easy for people to judge things they don’t understand. Some might say the tree is too old-fashioned, too colorful, too cluttered, or too simple. But my mom didn’t decorate for approval. She decorated for warmth. For comfort. For the feeling that only a glowing Christmas tree in a darkened room can bring.
Today, when I close my eyes, I can still see that glow. I can still imagine her sitting there, peacefully admiring her beautiful tree. And I miss her—more than words can say.
So before anyone speaks poorly about the tree she loved, I hope they remember this:
It wasn’t just a decoration. It was a piece of her heart. And now it’s a memory I hold onto with mine.
I miss you, Mom. Always.
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