For years the tree stood on my bedroom dresser, its muted glow reminiscent of the Santa and Snowman bubble lamps that used to light up the bedroom I shared as a child with my older sisters. I would leave the tree lit all night, comforted by its familiar outline. After the holidays were over, the tree went back in its box for another year. January nights were dark and cold by comparison.
One year I pulled the tree from its box into a world soon to be fragmented by my divorce. The pain and anger of my husband annihilated everything about Christmas that year, except for the soothing light of my ceramic tree. I put it up on the dresser and cried myself to sleep most nights wondering what would become of us.
I hope this story inspires you to start your own tradition of creating a Christmas wish, finding a magical place to store it, and trusting that next year you will see the results of your intention. Remember: Allow for the possibility that things are not what they seem.
May you all experience love and joy this season and always.