So the story goes that my mother-in-law, many years ago, was cross-stitching a new ornament for the Christmas tree. Etched upon the white background, in festive green and red, was the simple word, "NOEL." Well, at least it said that until she stitched on the ornament hanger upside down. Being the ever-loving husband that he is, my father-in-law chuckled and said, "Look, honey, you made a LEON." Being the good sport that she is, she dried her tears, laughed, and a tradition was born. It was a big deal every year for the kids, who got to hang this LEON. It stretched even into the years when the kids were bringing home potential spouses. I distinctly remember the year that I got to hang it on their tree. It is a rite of passage, a sign that you are welcomed into the family, a symbol of inclusion.
This year, after we had finished decorating the tree, I happened to glance up at the mantel. Instead of the stocking holders spelling out the traditional NOEL, they now spelled...you guessed it...LEON. My sweet Abby, still giddy with her precious responsibility, decided to take the tradition one step further. My instinct was to laugh, tussle Abby's hair, and then quickly rearrange the letters back into their proper place. You know, it is Christmas and all.
This Christmas, I pray that your simple pleasures would be found in the imperfect and unexpected.
I'm linking up with Dayle at Simple Pleasures.