
Ornaments placed on the tree seem to capture this symbol of the autonomous aspects of the psyche quite well.
I can vividly recall the favorite ornament of my youth, a small ball, greenish, cut with a small plastic reindeer within.
As our family accrues tradition as we visit this side of the Earth’s orbit, many of our memories find anchors on different ornaments. It feels like objects in the memory must get tied in a similar manner. I’m sure the brain science can already explain the process, but experience seems more on the scale of pulling out the crates and unwrapping the tissue paper which protects the delicate orbs…
What other associations does decorating the tree bring up for you?

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