The tree is up. It was a very sentimental journey. We opened box after box with my father’s handwriting on the brittle paper lids identifying what each box contained.

We used a lot of his ornaments this year (the ornaments of my childhood), in addition to ornaments we had previously collected.

All the while we were decorating, Christmas music from Pandora filled the room.

And outside, the snow fell softly and silently . It was as close to a Currier and Ives moment as we can get in this day and age.

And it was lovely.

Memories are made with each and every Christmas and each and every Christmas tree. Today’s memories were made even more special with the many overlapping memories of childhood Christmases past.