Stringing popcorn for the garland on our tree each year is one of my favorite traditions.
We started doing this the first year that Barry and I lived together. Our first Yuletide. I had found a string of red wooden beads at a local discount dollar store. I thought that they would be perfect with the red and green wooden ordnaments that I also found. But there was only 1 string left. I couldn’t find another strand for our tree, that was in our budget. Even as small as it was, I would need 3 or 4 strands. So I clipped them apart – Popped some popcorn – and made the strand stretch aroudn the tree, on thread.
We have done this every year for the last 20 years – except for the year that we were living with Momma and Daddy, having just moved here to Florida that year, and pregnant with Rebecca. I keep the red beads in a wicker basket. Yep the orginial strand of them, mixed in with a strand I bought the year of Rebecca’s first Yuletide. (we got a bigger tree that year) Bronwyn calls it the “Cherry basket”. It was part of the conversation this year – There are no cherries – only red beads. Or cranberries. LoL
When I told Barry last night, as we were cleaning up, that this was one of my favorite things of the season. He replied it was because I like to sew. I told him: No. Its because we do it as a family and we spend time together. He just shrugged. He didn’t understand, as usual.
But for me it was nice to sit there in the living room, with mugs of hot chocolate, and holiday music on the TV, just listening to the children sharing their lives, with one another, while poking needles through pieces of popcorn. Rebecca and Daphne actually talking about their friends and school together, without competition or arguement. Bronwyn helping to find just the right piece of popcorn for her string, while discarding several into her mouth – that weren’t that good. Barry showing his son how to carefully poke the popcorn without poking his finger – wihtou the frustration that he usually has over teaching. Me, just enjoying watching them all, listening to them, and juicing up on the experience. A time for us to simply be together as a family – sharing – without bickering, arguing, or fighting.
I would like to think that years from now when my children are setting up their own holiday traditions, with their own families, that one of them might say to her husband / his wife – I can remember when we would string popcorn together for our tree garland.
I would hope that they remember it with the same joy and happiness that I get from it now.